tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38346528697307313842024-03-14T06:27:06.582-07:00Life Being BlondeIt's not about keeping it real.Aleahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18066569708596754064noreply@blogger.comBlogger84125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3834652869730731384.post-10957507177225127402015-04-29T15:54:00.001-07:002015-04-29T15:56:57.776-07:00Aleah Watches Fifty Shades of GreySo I watched it. Here are my thoughts, posted from my Facebook, in real time.
Why is Ana dressed like Mrs. Doubtfire?
Clearly no one had the "dress for the job you want" talk with her.
I've seen movies on late night Cinemax with better acting.
Did she actually say 'holy cow'? I don't know if I can do this.
The pencil isn't phallic or anything.
I should not be laughing but this dialogue is Aleahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18066569708596754064noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3834652869730731384.post-67868097890962681262014-07-04T00:35:00.000-07:002014-07-04T00:35:08.734-07:00A Mouse Tale, Or: Vincent Learns About Death. Sort of. So today was an interesting day. Here's what happened.
The boys and I drove all day yesterday and through the night from south Florida to Illinois. Instead of taking a nap once we got here we thought To Hell With Sleep, it's time to spend time with family. So my littlest brother Corben found a little nest of three mice in his four-wheeler, and instead of feeding them to the chickens or freeing Aleahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18066569708596754064noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3834652869730731384.post-13294440560385751722014-05-25T07:21:00.000-07:002014-05-25T07:21:23.751-07:00Awesome things about parenting boysWith pictures.
1. They pick out things like this:
at the store "for bein' GOOD!" What is this? Well, it has one of these in it:
and yes, friends, those are dog poop bags. Which my four-year old insisted he needed. No, we don't have a dog. He did, however, spend the rest of the day following me around the house asking for poop to put in his blue bags. "Can you just get me some? I need to put Aleahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18066569708596754064noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3834652869730731384.post-38481634190862065632014-01-26T19:39:00.000-08:002014-01-27T06:16:08.396-08:0010 Reasons Why You Should Not Get Your Vaccine Info From IdiotsOr, 10 reasons these 10 reasons you shouldn't get a flu shot are total bullshit. Copied from my Facebook this morning.
First, here's a link to the original post.
Next, here's why it's bullshit:
1. " There is a total lack of real evidence that young children even benefit from flu shots"False. There is a mountain of evidence, gathered by independent researchers, that shows the opposite.Aleahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18066569708596754064noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3834652869730731384.post-72252784137825764562013-09-04T09:09:00.000-07:002013-09-04T15:13:21.217-07:00Unbelievable.This morning, after dropping my two boys (seven and three) off at their respective schools, I returned home and scrolled through Facebook. In the midst of the usual photos of cats and last night's dinner, I chanced upon this post, written by a godly and virtuous woman (no doubt) named Mrs. Hall. The essential message of this post was this: she has teenaged boys, and she doesn't want them Aleahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18066569708596754064noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3834652869730731384.post-36947614484345691362013-02-10T09:02:00.001-08:002013-02-10T14:33:41.613-08:00"His mom says we can't be friends anymore"A couple weeks ago, Vlad came home from daycare and told me that his best friend's mother had told her son that he could no longer be friends with mine. They're six, by the way.
At first, I was pretty stumped - I mean, it's not like Vlad skips school, deals drugs, or is a bully. He's an energetic boy, a bit of a class clown, doesn't know a stranger, and is always ready with hugs and compliments Aleahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18066569708596754064noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3834652869730731384.post-53659349638324289652012-11-07T14:47:00.000-08:002012-11-07T14:49:45.920-08:00No, formula-feeding is not going to turn your child into a criminal (and stuff)The other morning, I was skimming Facebook while sipping my morning coffee and stumbled across this little piece while wading through numerous election day posts. The author, who styles herself as The Alpha Parent, churned out an Ann Coulter-esque rabid lactard post rife with judgment on formula-feeding mothers - and while this certainly isn't anything new from that camp, she had a few Aleahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18066569708596754064noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3834652869730731384.post-62106664775391619502012-10-27T10:39:00.003-07:002013-01-27T16:23:15.036-08:00How I Bought Lobster on WelfareBasically, I never did. Interestingly, there is a persistent rumor among the Outraged Lower Middle TeaParty Class that single moms, AKA "Welfare Queens" (THANK YOU Ronald fucking Reagan) are living it up on the shitty side of town, driving tricked -out Cadillacs, wearing excessive gold chains, going to the hair salon every week, and buying lobster to eat in front of their flat-screens while Aleahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18066569708596754064noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3834652869730731384.post-59195065271456399272012-10-05T17:58:00.001-07:002012-10-05T18:00:45.197-07:00and this is why you always have extra clothes in your car.So I wore THE WRONG Tool shirt to pick my kid up from daycare in today.
As we're walking into daycare, Vlad behind me, he goes "Hey. Why is there a GIANT PENIS on the back of your shirt?" I look down at my shirt and my heart sinks. I have two Tool shirts. One says "Schism" on the back. The other has this on the back:
Not really toddler friendly, but I was doing homework, at home, alone. Anway.Aleahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18066569708596754064noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3834652869730731384.post-57299597281534409112012-09-10T15:32:00.001-07:002012-09-10T15:37:44.771-07:00So how are we doing? Since you asked...Well, Vincent had a neuro exam this morning. Why? OH, because I decided TO BE HONEST on his physical for daycare and on the line where it says "has your child ever in his entire life, even once, possibly, maybe, EVER had a seizure?" I checked "Yes" BUT added a note stating that it was a febrile seizure that only occurred because we were 25,000 motherfucking feet in the air and HAD NO TYLENOL. AndAleahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18066569708596754064noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3834652869730731384.post-71798204103782358942012-05-17T20:07:00.000-07:002012-05-17T20:07:51.299-07:00BTWBy the way...
You may have noticed...
I'm not posting much lately :)
It's 'cause I'm in Florida.
Visiting family (and um, the beach).
We'll get back to regularly scheduled programming in a few more weeks.
Peace and sand, yo.Aleahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18066569708596754064noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3834652869730731384.post-33996916218163575012012-04-20T07:13:00.000-07:002012-04-20T07:13:41.521-07:00Keeping Busy
Well Husband is finally in-theater. We were able to talk for a few minutes on the phone last night, and even though there was a terrible echo and a delay, it was still pretty great to hear his voice. I imagine anyone listening to our conversation (on either side) probably thought we sounded like a hearing-impaired married-for-sixty-years couple (a lot of "WHAT'D YOU SAY? THERE'S A LOTTA GRASS?!?Aleahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18066569708596754064noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3834652869730731384.post-37911297911456883292012-04-06T16:48:00.001-07:002012-04-07T09:44:40.517-07:00The Rabbit Chronicles, Part DeuxSo, finally, a year later, I'm getting around to the second part of Why Aleah is Terrified of Rabbits. Part One dealt with a rather horrific experience at the circus with an ax-murderer-who-eats-children-dressed-as-a-bunny, which is bad enough, because as this website (thanks Ashlee) will show, you have to be in a pretty special mental place to want to put on a freaky Aleahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18066569708596754064noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3834652869730731384.post-78041491988500461162012-03-30T14:25:00.000-07:002012-03-30T14:25:41.872-07:00So the first week...
...it's been dragging. Big V started his new school and I've been making daily trips into town for random things at Walmart (sorry Husband) in order to fill time a little better. Once I start working and classes, and summer kicks in, hopefully it'll go a little faster - but in the meantime going to the store for toothpaste and pasta one day and Sprite and baby wipes the next will have to do.
Aleahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18066569708596754064noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3834652869730731384.post-15945151274212799942012-03-25T18:15:00.000-07:002012-03-25T18:15:35.955-07:00So, meh. And stuff.Oh, today was fun - Not. At. All. Yep, took my other/taller/balder/lover half to the airport. It sucks.
Yes, "we signed up for it." Yes, "we knew what we were getting into." Yes, "we should be used to this by now" (actually, no; if we ever "got used" to splitting up our family I think we'd have worse problems). Does any of that make it easier? It does not.
But, the Vs and I are closer to familyAleahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18066569708596754064noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3834652869730731384.post-31229776737024472762012-03-07T22:35:00.000-08:002012-03-07T22:35:20.741-08:00So, I've been busy...But I'd like to leave you with a blog post I read a little while back that touches on the current climate for women in the U.S. This blogger has been a favorite of mine for over a year now; she's ballsy, she's honest, she's funny - and she pulls no punches on the subjects she feels passionately about. So go visit Kimberly Wright Knowles at It's A Beautiful Wreck; I guarantee after you read Aleahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18066569708596754064noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3834652869730731384.post-64975486114735170292012-02-20T02:24:00.001-08:002012-02-20T02:24:19.756-08:00Day 8: The Bad Girl Friends Part 3My other two A's. We've been to a nudist resort together, been trapped on the "before" side of a roadblock while desperately trying to find a sober ride, and one A helped me piece an apartment back together that had been destroyed by a psychotic ex. We've numerous inside jokes and crazy encounters; some that make me laugh, some that make me cringe, and some that have me convinced that even thoughAleahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18066569708596754064noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3834652869730731384.post-64364230849693494092012-02-20T02:18:00.001-08:002012-02-20T02:18:37.378-08:00Day 8: The Bad Girl Friends Part 2These are my friends Jood and Nikki, with me at Hyde Park Cafe in '08. I've had long, philosophical conversations with each of them while recovering on the beach from the previous night's festivities. Each of us are at opposite ends of the country right now, but I imagine when the wind is right we'll blow into one another again soon. Aleahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18066569708596754064noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3834652869730731384.post-67570451419723073792012-02-20T02:02:00.001-08:002012-02-20T02:14:00.529-08:00Day 8: a picture of someone you do the craziest things withPART ONE
Okay. This one will be separated into a few parts, because I've gotten up to absolutely no good with several people during my misbegotten youth, and while the details don't need to be aired (statutes of limitations, etc) they all deserve a mention.
This is a friend of 17 years; one I no longer communicate with. Although we were best friends for nearly 17 years, profound differences inAleahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18066569708596754064noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3834652869730731384.post-57651540200665902242012-02-08T21:16:00.000-08:002012-02-08T21:16:15.745-08:00Ambien WalrusI was planning on posting tonight; thought I'd get it done before Ambien Walrus got here. Unfortuanately I have already lost my sense of time, and judging by the number of red lines under my words I have some serious editing to do. So I will just leave you with a Toothpaste for Dinner photo. These are my nights now. Sleep well.
I'll follow up with some C&Ps of my attempts at facebook Aleahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18066569708596754064noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3834652869730731384.post-90959973439872858092012-01-30T04:16:00.001-08:002012-01-30T04:16:48.546-08:00Day 7: A picture that makes you laughThis is Husband (who was just Boyfriend then). Husband had been out with the boys, imbibing a few (read: he got trashed). We were on our way to Indiana to pick up a dog for me, and the roads were a bit twisty. This was right before he vomited up some jalapeƱo potato chips and about four hours' worth of bad decisions. It makes me giggle. Aleahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18066569708596754064noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3834652869730731384.post-82627902724001250792012-01-30T04:01:00.001-08:002012-01-30T04:02:51.655-08:00Day 6: A picture of someone you would like to trade places with for a
day1. I would like to know what it's like to be tall
2. I would like to know what it's like to have a penis
3. I would like to know what it's like to have a Scottish accent
4. I would like to know what it's like to yell "This is SPARTA!!!" while superkicking a dude in the chest. Aleahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18066569708596754064noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3834652869730731384.post-55187432175825183862012-01-30T03:34:00.001-08:002012-01-30T09:51:39.642-08:00Day 5: A picture of your favorite memoryI don't have a favorite. There are way too many; setting foot in Tampa for the first time (and realizing "I'm going to live here!"), the first time Vlad was laid in my arms, my wedding day (funniest wedding EVER!), talking to my husband right after Vincent was born (and hearing him say he had to sit down for a second when he saw the video my sister had sent)... far too many. Which is a good thingAleahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18066569708596754064noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3834652869730731384.post-7914248374543047342012-01-15T12:45:00.001-08:002012-01-30T09:56:40.547-08:00Day 4: A picture of yourself and a family memberI'll give you two :) These are my two younger sisters, Kayla and Jymelee, on Kayla's 21st birthday. I've no idea what round of shots we were on; I do remember Kayla saying "Are the glasses moving toward me?"Aleahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18066569708596754064noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3834652869730731384.post-45049626881889101982012-01-13T15:07:00.000-08:002012-01-13T15:07:23.860-08:00A picture of the cast from your favorite showor more specifically:
That is all.Aleahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18066569708596754064noreply@blogger.com3