Saturday Morning with the Kiddos

In my previous post about Fashion Island, I stated that I would add in some photos of the kiddos. Stella is Angry Toddler's BFF. He's known her since birth. Well she is 2 months older.

Stacey and I love watching them grow up together. It's soo damn cute. I really love our Saturday morning tradition that we've started. Even though, I'm half awake, and my hair usually looks like a rooster.

They really tire each other out. Usually on Saturdays, Angry Toddler takes a 4-5 hour nap. Seriously, I don't know why, but Stella really tires him out.

Just getting to the mall, they were very excited. We told them to hold hands and they obliged us.

We told them to hug each other. Can't you just feel the love in this picture?

Angry Toddler's version of a hug. I think he will be an outstanding football player.


You can really see Angry Toddler's military-style haircut in these pics. His jeans are rolled up cause they were way too big. They were a size 4T, and he's definately a 3T. The poor child has extremely short legs like my side of the family. I only have a 26 inch inseam. We were at the mall to buy him some jeans. I didn't have any clean ones for him to wear.

Fashion Island

I had to devote a post just to talk about a local mall. We have several malls around here in Orange County. My BFF, Stacey and I, decided we needed to take a trip to Fashion Island, here in Newport Beach. Both of our kiddos needed jeans. We were being cheapskates, and headed to Fashion Island to go visit the local, The Chilren's Place. Seriously $11.00 for a pair of jeans is a good deal. Angry Toddler has been wearing jeans almost every day for the past week. I love babyGap's jeans, but at $24.50, they get quite expensive.

Stacey drove us all to the mall. She knows that I'm barely awake on Saturdays. She put her extra carsear in her Volvo, so Angry Toddler can have somewhere to sit. He loves that pink Britax Regent. She parked on the top level of the parking structure. It was a beautiful day in Newport Beach. I usually have a camera in my purse, so I had to pull it out to take the pictures below. Seriously, this was the view from the parking structure.



As I was taking pictures of our view, I looked down. I saw a huge dirt lot. There used to be a Macy's Women's store at the place of the dirt lot. I got a little tear in the corner of my eye. I used to work loss prevention at this paarticular Macy's. I would actually call it the start of my law enforcement career. Anyway, I looked further, and got the most fantastic feeling in my chest. YESSSS!!! They are building a brand new Nordstrom. It will be finished in 2010. Yes, that' over a year away. But all my favorite stores will pretty much be at this mall. I love walking around here. There is some awesome people watching.



I'm going to do a seperate post to show some photos of the kiddos while we were shopping.

Recovering from my Weekend

I haven't had the focus or concentration to really blog all weekend. I have lots of things to blog about. I've even made some lists of potential blog topics. But, I just can't quite sit down and type.

I'm still in a bi-polar love/hate relationship with my hair. Yes, it will grow. There is actually a length that I want it to get to. I have a picture on my desk at home, with me and an ex-friend, S. I think I'm going to wait for about 4 weeks for the next haircut. That will be around my birthday. Ye gads, I can't have another tragic haircut, the week of my birthday.

I'm soo very tired right now, but I will try and plow through some posts. I've been working weekend nights since early September and it's killing me. My body is fighting soo hard to adjust. I can't figure out when to work out, what times to eat, how long to sleep, yet even do laundry. Even Angry Husband mentioned today that I've really cut down on my workouts.

I didn't leave work until 4am, Monday morning. This is not good. I sleep until 11:30am-ish, which only gave me a few hours before I had to return to work again. Angry Husband was already running around cleaning the house. I sorted the laundry and began marinating Angry Toddler's laundry. I call it "marinating" because, I have to pick through every single thing that he wears, looking for stains, and using stain products on the stains.

I then decided that I would do a "tiny" run, like 3 miles or something. I turned on the TV in the garage and hopped on the treadmill. At about mile 2, the treadmill completely shut down. I freaked. I screamed for Angry Husband. Did he hear me? Nope. Damn Marine Corps made him lose hearing....although I secretly think he tunes me out. About 30 minutes later, he went and looked at the treadmill. He said that I tripped a breaker or something. He then mumbled something about re-wiring the garage electrical outlets, or something.

I was really freaking about the treadmill. I have a membership to 24-Hour Fatness. But really sometimes, I had getting all dressed up in my gym clothes, so that I can come out of there looking like a drowned rat. I much prefer running on my home treadmill in my shorts and whatever is available sports bra. No one can see my muffin top, well no one, except our dogs.

I got a little pro-active today though. I laid out my gym clothes for tomorrow. As soon as I get up, I'm going to roll into my gym clothes, and head to 24 Hour Fatness. I have a date with the elliptical and some weights.

Ugh, my hair is tooo short now!

I swear everytime I go to the hairdresser, my hair gets shorter and shorter. With this short hair, I got every 2 weeks to get it trimmed. Mostly the back of my hair needs cleaning up. My hairdresser went a little crazy with the damn scissors yesterday.

I didn't think it was that short, until today. I started putting some texturizing stuff in it and freaked. Seriously, you all are going to have to start calling my Julian or Julius until it grows out some more.

I was telling Londie on the cell about how short it was. She was trying to reassure me. Well I wanted to show her exactly, how damn short it was. I took a picture of it with my Blackberry. This is the response I got, "Ooooh wow. That is short!!!"

I told my hairdresser that I'm trying to grow it out a little longer on top. Me thinks he got carried away with the scissors. I swear I'm going to have to wear a ton of make-up and earrings now.

Here is the picture, I sent Londie. Gotta love my beautiful work uniform. I was sitting in the van at a park.



Here is me, about two weeks ago at the Pumpkin Patch with Angry Toddler.

Procrastinating

I'm being totally lazy today. I'm catching up on my DVR'ed shows. I'm blogging and reading my favorite blogs.

I have a hair appointment at 11:30, it's now 10:20. This damn short hair. I have to get it cut every 2 weeks for it to look decent. It sucks. I'm letting it grow out a little longer on top though.

I have laundry and cleaning to do, but I don't want to start.

My mom was being her total bi-polar self as usual. She was flipping out about some spider she saw in her house last night. She's convinced that it bit her and it's poisonous. DRAMA! I was like, uh huh, uh huh, ok. Then she started bitching about the stick market again. My mom has never bought any stocks on her own. All the stocks that my mom has were my grandma's. I kept telling my mom that she needs to diversify her portfolio cause she has no clue about the stocks that she has. She continued to bitch about how much shopping we (her and I) do and how we need to stop. I haven't been shopping with my mom for at least a month. She goes on and on...

Then she tells me to meet her at Victoria's Secret at 2pm. She gets off work at 2pm and wants to go shopping there. I've been complaining about not having any bras that fit me lately. With weight loss, comes smaller boobies for Angry Julie. So I guess she's back to shopping again.

I suppose I will motivate myself to do some things when I get back from the mall.