What a day

Remember this post about the hormonal roller coaster I was on last month?  Well it's beginning to become a routine.  I have been my normal, happy, smart ass self until today.  Today I plummeted into this person who could not stop crying.  I'm sure it's caused by these raging hormones that I can't seem to keep in check when I am stressed out, under pressure and menstrating (I know...TMI...but it's the truth).  I seriously need to call my doctor and see how I can get off of this ride!!  But until then, I will just have to rely on this home remedy pictured below.  This bright ray of sunshine who lifts my spirits after a hell-a-cious day at the office.

Granted it took a 10 hour work day, a few tears, about 2 dozen tissues, a stop at the liquor store for some much needed adult beverages and the store for a milk run.  But finally at 8 pm I had my arms wrapped around this girl and all was good in the world again.

Damn you hormones!!

Today has been a rough one on me...
CORRECTION...
This week has been a rough one on me...
CORRECTION...
This MONTH has been a rough one on me...

I have been on a roller coaster of emotions this week.  Happy & laughing one minute, screaming the next then breaking down into tears.  I guess I could blame it on a) hormones, b) an upcoming trip in which I will have to travel with a toddler c) the fact that I moved from the office that has been like home to me for the past seven years or d) all of the above.

Good-bye old office, I will miss you...

But during my final drive into work at this particular office, I had my radio tuned to a country station.  I'm not really a country girl but from time to time I like to listen to that type of music.  Well today I didn't know that I would be listening to a song would give me some direction in life.  The song is called Love Like Crazy by Lee Brice.  Here is a snippet of the lyrics I heard this morning that really touch home to me.

Be a best friend, tell the truth

And overuse I love you

Go to work, do your best

Don't outsmart your common sense

Never let your prayin' knees get lazy

And love like crazy

So please excuse me as I kiss my little girl on the head, scratch both dogs on their heads and cuddle up to my husband.  And as I go to sleep tonight I will thank God that this week is finally over and pray that my mood does a complete 180 before Monday.

2011 - The Year of the Clutz

Happy New Year!!  2010 is in the books and we are into the 4th day of 2011!!  I wish I could say that 2011 has been a good year for me so far but that would be a lie.  Don't worry...no one died...my beautiful little daughter is still beautiful...my talented husband is still the bomb and my furry dogs are still keeping me awake with their snoring (Odie) and snuggling (Frank) next to me to keep me awake & warm at night. 

2011 has just been extra clumsy for me.  I have not gone a day without doing something clumsy. 

• I managed to drop the edge of a pizza pan on my pinky toe (don't worry, I do think I'm on the mend)
• I dropped my Pei Wei Chicken Fried Rice leftovers all over the kitchen floor (thankfully the dogs were there to clean it up)
• I scratched my daughter in the chin while apply lotion to her body
• I snapped myself in the eye while trying to air out my smoked filled kitchen (trust me, I promise I didn't burn dinner) 

 If you know me, then you know that I am a very clumsy person.  Sometimes I wonder why my mother didn't name me "Grace".  I think my childhood was pretty safe.  I may need to check with my mom on that but I don't think I had any major surgeries or emergency trips to the ER.  I believe it all started in Junior High when I knocked out my front tooth.  You know the wooden posts they have with a wire in between, well I thought I could be an All Star and hurdle over one of those.  Well the skis that I call shoes caught on it and I tripped and fell face first on the cement, knocking out my front tooth.  After many a visits to the dentist, orthodontist and oral surgeon I am as good as new.  My mother always reminds me to take care of my teeth because I will be liable for the next dental implant should I need another one.  That was not cheap for a single mother back in 90's who not only had to pay for braces but now had to pay for a dental implant out of her pocket.   Maybe that is why I smile big & pretty for pictures.  I'm showing off my $5,000 mouth!!  :) 

Other clumsy moments of my life would include...

1. Smacking my head on the tampon machine while putting on pantyhose in the locker room after gym class.
2. Catching a fast moving racquetball with my eye while not wearing goggles which resulted in a trip to the ER, a tetanus shot and being treated for an inflammation of the Iris.
3. Two car accidents within 13 months of each other which involved cars stalled & already wrecked on icy roads.  I refuse to drive should we get any freezing rain or snow this year.

I'm sure there are many others I could entertain you with but why embarrass myself anymore.  I think you get the clue.  That is the reason why I put my nose to the books while in high school and stayed away from all sports.  I was just not coordinated enough to run down a basketball court and dribble a ball at the same time.  Although I did make it through 31 years of life without a broken bone.  Well I guess I do still have over 2 months to go until my 32nd birthday.

So I think for 2011, I need to have a resolution of being more careful.  Because with the rate I'm going now, I better just start saving up now for that replacement tooth implant. 



PS: While typing this blog, I couldn't figure out if you spelled Clutz with a C or with a K.  And while looking up the correct spelling on the Internet, I found this website.  It's a website where you can connect with other Clutz's out in the world and hear their clumsy stories.  SIGN ME UP!!  As for the spelling, the jury is still out.  I have seen it spelled both ways. 

Not a way to start a Tuesday

MONDAY:
9:36 pm:  Climbed into bed.  Excited that I was going to get 8 1/2 hrs of glorious sleep.

11:50 pm:  Woke up wide awake.  Hot.  Uncomfortable.  Arm throbbing.  Need to open window.  Need water.

TUESDAY:
12:30 am: House alarm gives us warning that it's about to go off.  Somehow the door leading out to the garage was not latched and it opened.  Thank goodness we turned it off before the siren went off.

1:00 am:  After tossing and turning, I finally drift off to sleep. 

6:00 am:  Alarm goes off.

6:30 am:  Finally got out of bed.  30 minutes to get ready before I needed to wake up Abbie.  Why didn't I just get out of bed when my alarm went off?

7:00 am:  Frank wanted to go outside but that isn't part of the morning routine.  Dogs go out at 7:15.

7:06 am:  Frank peed on floor near the back door.  Really?  You couldn't wait 9 more minutes?  Note to self: when Frank is whining by the door...LET HIM OUT!! 

7:06 am:  Let both dogs outside.

7:07 am:  Sopped up dog pee off of floor.

7:08 am:  Wishing that I didn't adopt a beagle.  Odie is going to wake the neighbors with his howling this early in the morning. 

7:10 am:  Broke Abbie's highchair tray trying to pull her over to me to feed her.

7:17 am:  Let Frank in.  Called for Odie to come in. No response.

7:20 am:  While getting packing everything up for the day, I noticed that Abbie had puked on her self and is playing with it.

7:24 am:  Changed Abbie into another outfit.

7:27 am:  Called for Odie to come in again.  Still no response.  Slammed the back door and really wish I had a dog that listened.

7:35 am:  Packed makeup to put on at work.  Halloween is still 5 days away and I don't want to scare any of my co-workers.

7:38 am:  Went outside with the doggie treat jar to lure Odie inside.  Success!! 

7:46 am:  Loaded Abbie up in the car and realized that most of my Halloween decorations are strewn throughout the yard.  UGH!!  Dang wind!!

7:48 am:  Walked Abbie up to daycare and heard her grind her teeth.  Stuck my finger in her mouth to make her stop and she BIT ME!! 

8:10 am:  Arrived at work.  One of these days I will learn how to manage my time in the morning and arrive to work on time.

Please tell me that this is the end to my horrible day.  I don't need to break down crying at work.  Although if it's going to happen, please do it before I put on my makeup.

Don't worry, I'm not lost.

So I’m sure you have been wondering…where is Megan? It’s been almost two weeks since her last blog. You were ready to send out a search party for me, weren’t you? Don’t worry, I’m still here. I haven’t been hospitalized or been on some exotic vacation where I sit on the beach sipping on Margaritas and having some young male apply lotion to my pasty white skin. I think I would blind the poor lad and scar him for life with my giggly, post baby body. But I do have an excuse for the long absence. I have been playing hostess with the mostess. Last week was a busy week in the Vogt household. My steppy type father made a visit on the 30th. He is a truck driver and we had found out the day before that he had to drop off and pick up a load nearby. He left his truck in the Wal-Mart parking lot and came and spent the evening with his favorite (whoops, did I let that slip) granddaughter. Abbie wasn’t too sure what to think of him. She has been going through stranger danger these days. But about a good 40 min later, she & Grandpa B were the best of friends. It was nice having him visit even if it was only for a short time. We hope he gets many more loads down this way.

Every year for Labor Day weekend, we usually have a big party at our house and we invite “The Group”. That refers to the bunch of friends that I used to work with at Affiliated Foods Midwest. We received that name from another coworker that didn’t care for us too much. We have been friends for almost 10 years and have many memories together. Well this year, things didn’t work for everyone to come down so we just had Shelly & her boyfriend, Dave, flew in from Colorado. Dave and Charlie have a lot of the same interests so they get a long great. Neither of them is big into sports so we never once had a football game on (kind of hard to do anyway since we no longer have cable). They are also both big motor heads so they spent one day putting breaks on Charlie’s 1967 Firebird. Shelly & I went and got a massage the day they arrived, did a little bit of shopping and laid around the house. We also went out as a group for Mexican food and Margaritas, spent a day at the zoo and had a late night of grilling, drinking and story telling around the firepit on the deck. I can tell that it’s been a while since I’ve drank any alcohol. I was pretty tipsy by the end of the night. But don’t worry, I pumped and dumped all weekend so Abbie didn’t feel a thing!!

Well that is what has been happening with the Vogts over the past couple of weeks. I hope to fill you in on some milestones with Abbie over the next couple of weeks. She is definitely growing up and becoming Mommy’s big girl.