tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17506655853594443462024-03-13T09:34:26.919-04:00Mama Polar Bearmamapolarbearhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05879900074172818613noreply@blogger.comBlogger101125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1750665585359444346.post-56940140539312446532014-01-13T23:48:00.000-05:002014-01-13T23:48:34.486-05:00In which I dream of driving naked...<div style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px;">
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">Sometime in the last few weeks (I don’t remember which night, time is irrelevant as all days, hours, minutes blend together as they quickly come and fade away immediately. One may even say it’s “wibbly wobbly, timey wimey”) I dreamt that I was driving my car through a town. While I was driving, I took off my shirt and proceeded to drive through this town without a top, my body on display for everyone to see without a single feeling of shame, embarrassment, or self-consciousness. </span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">I was <i>proud</i>. I felt <i>beautiful</i>. I let it all <i>free</i>. </span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">The website dreammoods.com offers several interpretations for the symbolism of nudity occurring in a dream that depend on the context and feelings associated with it. In this case, “it symbolizes your unrestricted freedom. You have nothing to hide and are proud of who you are. The dream is about a new sense of honesty, openness, and a carefree nature.” </span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">As far as the symbolism for driving goes it says it “signifies your life's journey and your path in life. The dream is telling of how you are moving and navigating through life<b>.</b>”</span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">I passed many people on this drive. Old people, rich people, poor people, super-model quality people, average people, men, women, children, many different types of people who reacted in many different ways to my over the top display of pride and beauty. </span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">There were old women who scoffed at my feminist display because they felt that I was not “prim & proper” like a woman “should” be.</span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">There were pretentious young women who had the super-model bodies who tried to shame me because I didn’t fit their cookie cutter mold of “beauty.”</span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">There were men; some who catcalled and found me attractive, some who shared the same views of the skinny women.</span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">There were people who told me to cover up, who told me I was fat, who averted their eyes because they thought I was hideous because I’m not the women they are bombarded with in the media. I fed off the energy of these people. I didn’t let them bring me down; instead I smiled real big and waved to them even harder.</span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">There was a group of women who cheered me on and joined me to drive topless through the streets and start a revolution. I’ve never seen so many boobs in one dream until this dream (and I’ve had my fair share of lady-fantasy dreams (especially after seeing <i>Black Swan</i>)) and it was magnificent. Not because it was about boobs in a sexy way, but because it was about a group of people banding together to bare everything, defy society, and start a revolution. </span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">It was <i>natural. </i>It was <i>liberating. </i>It was <i>rebellious</i>.</span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">I woke up with a swagger and confidence. I spent the morning getting ready for work by dancing, naked, through my house with no one around to see. I put my big girl pants on (both literally (unfortunately) and metaphorically) and head out to carpe the mfing diem. </span></div>
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;">So basically, it sounds like my life is headed in a very carefree direction of which I am proud? </span></div>
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mamapolarbearhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05879900074172818613noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1750665585359444346.post-58081186894266111942014-01-13T23:46:00.003-05:002014-01-13T23:46:46.402-05:00Getting back into it.By "it" I mean blogging.<br />
I've abandoned this thing for far too long and I miss writing of all kinds terribly.<br />
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Since I've been gone:<br />
-I've been working (too much for too little) as a server. It's terrible. I hate it (more on that in due time).<br />
-Jude's now 4, in preschool, intelligent (as always), adorable AND cute (in his words), sassy, fiercely independent, and generally all around amazing (though he does have his moments, especially lately).<br />
-I've found a man who more than likes me (and Jude too!) and is, in my opinion, handsome, wonderful, talented, and makes me feel more optimistic about life, the universe, and everything (more on him eventually, I think he's kind of a big deal).<br />
-I've graduated college. I officially have a B.A. in Psychology (and an asston of student loan debt to look forward to).<br />
-I've moved out of my parents house into my own, rented, humble abode.<br />
-I've come accustom to relying too heavily on the camera on my cell phone and have incidentally misplaced my actual camera and therefore do not properly visually document anything anymore.<br />
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That's basically it. I've been too caught up in life and the twists & turns it has had in store to write (lame excuse, I know).mamapolarbearhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05879900074172818613noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1750665585359444346.post-35790980135355347742011-06-29T23:50:00.001-04:002011-06-29T23:50:15.271-04:00Stationery card<div class="sflyProductPreviewWidget" style="width:425px; height:494px;"><div class="sflyProductPreviewWidgetTop" style="height:6px; background-image:url(http://cdn.staticsfly.com/img_/share/preview/msc/widget/top.gif);"></div><div class="sflyProductPreviewWidgetCenter" style="height:482px; padding: 0 6px 0 6px; background-image:url(http://cdn.staticsfly.com/img_/share/preview/msc/widget/bg.gif); background-repeat:repeat-y;"><div class="sflyProductPreviewLogo" style="width: 105px; height: 34px; padding: 14px 0 0 14px;"><img src="http://cdn.staticsfly.com/img_/share/preview/msc/widget/logo.gif"></div><div class="sflyProductPreviewContainer" style="height:350px; text-align:center; padding: 0;"><a href="http://share.shutterfly.com/action/welcome?sid=0AatWzZizYuGTzI&cid=SFLYOCWIDGET&eid=115"><img src="http://images-community.shutterfly.com/prs/v1/0AatWzZizYuGTg/0AatWzZizYuGTuaA/p/67b0de21b3127d902548/JPEG/1309405774000/0/"></a></div><div class="sflyProductPreviewMessageContainer" style="height:55px; background-color:#f4f4e9; text-align:center; padding: 15px 0 15px 0; line-height: 19px;"><div class="sflyProductPreviewTitle" style="font-family: arial, sans-seris; font-size: 15px; color: #333333; font-weight: bold;"><span>Year Older Aqua Birthday Invitation</span></div><div class="sflyProductPreviewSEOText" style="font-family: arial, sans-seris; font-size: 13px; color: #333333;"><span><a href="http://www.shutterfly.com/ style="color: #6666cc;">Shutterfly</a> has unique and fun birthday party cards.</span></div><div class="sflyProductPreviewViewCollection" style="font-family: arial, sans-seris; font-size: 13px; color: #333333;"><span>View the entire <a href="http://www.shutterfly.com/cards-stationery" style="color: #6666cc;">collection</a> of cards.</span></div><img width="1" height="1" border="0" src="https://os.shutterfly.com/b/ss/sflyshareprod/1/H.15/111?pageName=sharekey&c1=msc&c2=blogger" /></div></div><div class="sflyProductPreviewWidgetBottom" style="height:6px; background-image:url(http://cdn.staticsfly.com/img_/share/preview/msc/widget/bottom.gif);"></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1750665585359444346.post-61571586241784459892011-05-01T18:50:00.000-04:002011-05-01T18:50:27.419-04:00I've been MIA...My computer crashed and died a couple weeks ago. So very inconveniently, it was the weekend before finals started. It's running again now because I got a new hard drive thanks to it still being under warranty, but all my files are gone. My pictures and videos of Jude? All freakin' gone because I didn't have a chance to back them up recently enough before it crashed. So that's a pretty big bummer, but luckily, I have the ones that I shared on here and on facebook still.<br />
Easter happened, it was filled with candy, family, and good times.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Jude's basket. His bunny was replaced by a chocolate one by his gran. Underneath the big green playsilk were some watercolor paints and a brush, sidewalk chalk, and shaky eggs.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">He loves his playsilks!</td></tr>
</tbody></table>In other news; I bought a banjo, went to a Reverend Horton Heat concert (and hit up the merch table for a couple records), I only have one final left this Tuesday, so far my grades are fairly good (a B- & a B+), and I'm a psychology major. <br />
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Oh! And Happy Beltaine!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1750665585359444346.post-23232863259817006752011-04-12T23:50:00.000-04:002011-04-12T23:50:28.875-04:00Have you heard?About the newest household member? Kesey Comma Ken? He's been here a few weeks already, but I've been busy.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This one makes me laugh. We tried to take a serious picture then the puppy stole Jude's cracker and my mum caught all the middle stuff on camera.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Finally, a good one that he posed for!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Giving the gnomie (his new favorite word/thing) kisses, or plotting with him.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Smelling the flowers, which smelled yucky (another new favorite word).</td></tr>
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">p.s. Happy 100th post to me!</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1750665585359444346.post-35030888256687817162011-03-31T12:04:00.000-04:002011-03-31T12:04:48.280-04:00Kind of a Big Deal; A Confession of Sorts"It's so great that you're back in school!"<br />
"Good for you for going back to school after having a baby!"<br />
I hear these things a lot. From all sorts of different people and they're usually accompanied by shocked, sympathetic faces. At first, I thought nothing of it and shrugged it off and said, yeah, it's no big deal. I'm starting to realize that it is.<br />
Everyday I go to class I feel guilt ridden for leaving Jude at home. I sit in class and often wonder what Jude's doing instead of paying attention. I make plans in my head for all sorts of fun things I'd like to do with Jude when I have free-time, but then I get upset because I realize that I don't have this mysterious free-time to do all these things with him. It doesn't help that I secretly don't know what I want to accomplish out of going to school or what I want to do when I'm done.<br />
Pre-Jude, I wanted to graduate and join the Peace Corps and change the world. I wanted to travel. I wanted to be a photographer for National Geographic or something epic. I wanted to be epic and do the things that come along with being an epic person. I wanted to be a nomad or gypsy of sorts and explore my world, I didn't want to stay in one place for too long.<br />
Now, I send myself into several different identity crises because I don't know what to do with my life. I know I have to be a mom and I want to be the best mom that I can be. I still want to be epic, but in a slightly different way. Thanks to Jude, I strive to find more stability in my life for him. What would make me the happiest is making him the happiest. I feel like school cripples me in this aspect. It kills my time with him, it stresses me out to the point that when I'm with him I get irritated from trying to balance him and schoolwork, and it holds me back from doing things that I want to do such as making things and taking Jude to explore the world.<br />
Maybe there's just some sort of secret balance that I haven't quite grasped yet, but even if there is it seems like it doesn't exist right now. Everyone encourages me to stay in school and finish, but I'm not entirely sure they know the pressure that I'm under. School just isn't my top priority right now, and who knows if it ever will be, but if I can't make it a priority and care more about it, then what's the point of forcing myself to do it?Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1750665585359444346.post-5513303781069803832011-03-24T11:53:00.000-04:002011-03-24T11:53:55.733-04:00Happy (belated) Spring!<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-7GeD5yDt21Q/TYto0cdK6LI/AAAAAAAAAY4/xONOF6x5ZTQ/s1600/P1100157.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-7GeD5yDt21Q/TYto0cdK6LI/AAAAAAAAAY4/xONOF6x5ZTQ/s320/P1100157.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">We had a few nice days that we just had to take advantage of. Wish it would've stayed, but the past couple of days have been cold and icky again. </td></tr>
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As everyone knows, Spring started on Sunday. I'm pretty bummed that I didn't get to celebrate the Equinox with as much awesome celebrations as I wanted to thanks to work and picking up my parents from the airport. I had originally planned on giving Jude his basket on the Equinox, but I'm still waiting on a package o' playsilks from Etsy, need to craft some eggs, make some play dough, and buy a pair of shaky-eggs to add to his basket. It is going to be a most egg-cellent basket if I do say so myself. I was at the store with some friends and there were some pre-filled Easter baskets for like $10. I was shocked that you could get them that cheap, but then I looked at what was in them and it was just a bunch of crap. Plastic crap that will be broken/lost/forgotten about within a few days.<br />
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I was looking at Jude the other day and I noticed that his eye was swollen. I immediately asked everyone who had watched him in the 24 hours prior if he had hit it on something. They all insisted that he didn't, and the more I looked at it, the more I realized it looked rather similar to how he looked a few days after his surgery when his eyes were starting to open, but weren't quite there yet. He's over 9 months post-op but it looked like it was something to do with that.<br />
I called the surgeon's office. The nurse wasn't in so I had to wait until Wednesday to hear back from her. I woke up Wednesday morning and it was even more swollen. I immediately called the office back and they set up an appointment with another doctor in the office to see him that afternoon, so I called off work. He said it just looked like he bumped it and asked me to come back Thursday afternoon. The nurse called after I had left the hospital and told me that there's the possibility that it could be from the plates they used to keep the suture open dissolving, she then reviewed the pictures the doctor took and told me to keep my Thursday appointment with his surgeon. So, we get to go all the way back out to Ann Arbor again this afternoon to try to figure out what this is. I have to miss an exam, but Jude and his health/wellbeing are billions times more important than school and I can make-up the exam. Hopefully it's nothing major. Part of me believes that, the other part of me that puts too much thought into things is panicking that he'll need another surgery.<br />
No matter what, everything will all work out.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1750665585359444346.post-72480924142092251642011-03-14T21:15:00.000-04:002011-03-14T21:15:36.304-04:00Spring is so close!<div style="text-align: center;">Less than a week away to be precise.</div><div style="text-align: center;">The weather is warmer, things are starting to look green instead of grey, the sun is shining brighter and longer.</div><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-txAI5nh0kkY/TX68CbFCv0I/AAAAAAAAAYo/jZWjGb7jc2A/s1600/P1100138.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-txAI5nh0kkY/TX68CbFCv0I/AAAAAAAAAYo/jZWjGb7jc2A/s320/P1100138.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Jude helped me plant some Daisy & Sunflower seeds to put in his basket and they just started to sprout!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I couldn't resist the Oh, Gnome diaper cover from <a href="http://gen-ydiapers.com/">Gen-Y Diapers</a>, it's adorable and perfect for getting into that happy, sunshiny mood.</td></tr>
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">As you can tell, we're super excited for Spring to come! I hope everyone else is too!</div><div style="text-align: center;">And, because Spring is so close, I'm on Spring Break this week! I took the one day that's in between my class days off of work so I can go down to Ohio to see Zak. Carly and Kaleb are coming with us as well, and it should be super-fun!</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1750665585359444346.post-63733154160158486362011-03-10T08:53:00.000-05:002011-03-10T08:53:13.762-05:00Simplification.I've decided that life needs to be simpler. Less toys. Less stuff. More hands-on. More simple.<br />
It's all because I've been looking into Waldorf education and lifestyles. I would like to teach at a Waldorf school I think. There are schools for Waldorf teachers so I'm no longer going to pursue education at Wayne State, instead, I'm taking a faster route by getting a BA in Liberal Arts with a major in Psychology (WSU doesn't have a plain Liberal Arts degree, it's silly) which will take me 4 more semesters, max. <i>Four semesters. </i>Sounds far more appealing than the <i>four year</i> minimum I was looking at with the school of education, plus if I went that route I'd most likely end up teaching in a public school, which is against everything I stand for. I can't stand the standard school system. It's all about teaching children to memorize facts long enough to pass a test. Intelligence and opportunity isn't based off a number, or it shouldn't be at least. I would also like to send Jude to a Waldorf school, or homeschool him with Waldorf methods.<br />
Some people may think I'm crazy, but whatever, I'm going to do what I want to make myself happy and make my life pleasant.<br />
I've been trying to work on simplifying our lives, it seems like it would be easier to do once I move out of this house into my own space. Once I have my own space to do what I want, how I want.<br />
The first step is weeding out all of Jude's unnecessary toys. He has a lot of them. A lot that he doesn't even use. They make me cringe from the sheer abundance of them.<br />
I'm not sure what the next step is, but it will be good and I'll know when it happens.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1750665585359444346.post-21871323095054209022011-03-07T18:11:00.000-05:002011-03-07T18:11:06.647-05:00Catching Up<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-_DaiaH5lmhQ/TXVkVH1UCMI/AAAAAAAAAYg/1ZE70CpR2t4/s1600/P1100092.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-_DaiaH5lmhQ/TXVkVH1UCMI/AAAAAAAAAYg/1ZE70CpR2t4/s320/P1100092.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://anansistories.com/">Anansi stories</a></td></tr>
</tbody></table>On February 27th, 2011 (yes, last weekend), my dad and I took Jude to the <a href="http://www.dia.org/">DIA</a> to see an Anansi puppet show.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">They were watching intently.</td></tr>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-eVbJEoOPjDg/TXVkD0EIn1I/AAAAAAAAAYU/LP7u_SnVBjc/s1600/P1100081.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-eVbJEoOPjDg/TXVkD0EIn1I/AAAAAAAAAYU/LP7u_SnVBjc/s320/P1100081.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Sometimes, Anansi would suddenly pop out with his legs spread like this and it scared the crap out of Jude. It made me laugh because I'm mean, or something.</td></tr>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-ez1ooJ7P5U0/TXVlX_kgOWI/AAAAAAAAAYk/-glZekF3Tj8/s1600/P1100107.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-ez1ooJ7P5U0/TXVlX_kgOWI/AAAAAAAAAYk/-glZekF3Tj8/s320/P1100107.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">After the puppet show and browsing through the museum, we went to Niki's pizza and had Saganaki (flaming cheese, OPA!). It was Jude's first time having it, but he nomed on it like a little fiend. :)</td></tr>
</tbody></table>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1750665585359444346.post-87449054802139773062011-03-06T21:41:00.001-05:002011-03-06T21:41:38.599-05:00Hello, Weekend Off!Well, I worked Friday night and Saturday morning, but I don't have anything to do until Tuesday morning!<br />
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<ul><li>Saturday, one of my besties came up from Ohio to see me and Jude before heading home for Spring Break.</li>
<ul><li>We hung out with Jude and he loved playing with her.</li>
<li>We went to the bar and had some jolly good times.</li>
</ul><li>Sunday, she was still here and went with me to get tattoo #4!</li>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">"UNLESS someone like you cares a whole awful lot, nothing's going to get better, it's not"<br />
From "The Lorax" by Dr. Seuss.</td></tr>
</tbody></table><div><ul><ul><li>We also went out for some OPA! and gyros. </li>
<li>Played with Jude some more, of course. </li>
<li>I love Kelsey and the best friend time I get to sometimes have with her. </li>
</ul><li>Monday (tomorrow, the future!) I don't have to work so I'm going to hang out with Jude. We're going to go see "Gnomeo & Juliet" and it'll be his first time at the theatre so hopefully he'll behave. We'll go early when <i>hopefully </i>not many people will be there, just in case he is a menace. Who knows, maybe we'll do some shopping too. </li>
</ul></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1750665585359444346.post-86817384068420755242011-03-02T21:10:00.000-05:002011-03-02T21:10:00.457-05:00Well, he's definitely my child<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-DKXo97ekqEw/TW7yruWjbgI/AAAAAAAAAYE/6ZiMzHJ9Dzc/s1600/P1100126.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-DKXo97ekqEw/TW7yruWjbgI/AAAAAAAAAYE/6ZiMzHJ9Dzc/s320/P1100126.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The culprit of this story.</td></tr>
</tbody></table>Last night, Jude was being his normal, menacing, toddler self and decided to try to play with the doorbell chimes. Well, he chimed one of the bells and pulled it so hard that the top part fell off and decked him in the head with it's corner and sliced him a little. He cried, there was blood (which, admittedly, freaked me out a little), but eventually he returned to himself, he had a small bump and a flesh wound.<br />
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-LgSbnDYo5ng/TW72Fj2pZFI/AAAAAAAAAYI/rRjyB74YCf0/s1600/P1100113.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-LgSbnDYo5ng/TW72Fj2pZFI/AAAAAAAAAYI/rRjyB74YCf0/s320/P1100113.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Look at that flesh wound!</td></tr>
</tbody></table>While we're eating dinner and my parents start debating whether or not he needs stitches and if we should take him in, which freaked me out even more, especially when they started talking about their experiences with holding and strapping me down for me to get forehead stitches multiple times. So they're freaking me out and my mum thought he needed a few stitches and we packed him up and headed to Children's Hospital's ER.<br />
We waited there for 2 hours, never got seen, and I gave up, because the more I looked at it, the more I realized he didn't need stitches. Plus, I was getting really irritated, Jude was getting restless and tired, and I didn't want to catch any germs from the massive throng of sick kids that needed to see their pediatricians instead of being there. We came home, cleaned him up, and put a Band-Aid on it. Luckily I bought a box of Toy Story Band-Aids at Target over the weekend with the reasoning that "He's a toddler boy, he's probably going to cut himself one of these days."<br />
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(Look, ^ Jude can blog too)<br />
He's smart. Too smart sometimes. He's a full-blown toddler with messes and toys and tantrums and words and running. I wish I knew where he got all the energy from and how I can get the same energy.<br />
Here are some pictures because he's also really cute.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Before the Red Wings game on Wednesday!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">He's a handsome boy.</td></tr>
</tbody></table>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1750665585359444346.post-28511324852464691312011-02-01T00:09:00.000-05:002011-02-01T00:09:13.441-05:00Winter Days.I'm not a fan of winter, but Jude had a blast playing in the snow the other day! He walked around the front yard, then started digging in a snow bank. I also showed him how to make a snowball and we had a mini snowball fight. :D He loved when I handed him snowballs and threw them.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JY4t1689OYY/TUeTmE_8hOI/AAAAAAAAAXk/Qyej5ZgFFXU/s1600/P1090953.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JY4t1689OYY/TUeTmE_8hOI/AAAAAAAAAXk/Qyej5ZgFFXU/s320/P1090953.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">He had just thrown a snowball.</td></tr>
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</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1750665585359444346.post-75386370350950463072011-01-27T21:00:00.001-05:002011-01-27T21:01:15.212-05:00Jude's AsleepAlone. In his crib. It's so odd, I don't know what to do with myself. That's a lie, I have lists of things I'm <i>doing</i>, will <i>probably</i> do, <i>should </i>do, and <i>want </i>to do.<br />
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<b>What I <i>should</i> do:</b><br />
<ol><li>Study, study, study. I have a test in developmental psychology next week. It covers 6 chapters. I really <i>should </i>study for that. Y'know, make notecards and whatnot.</li>
<li>Read the library books I took out for my children's literature class. We have to read 30ish picture books and make annotations for them.</li>
<li>Clean/organize something somewhere in this craphole house.</li>
</ol><div><b>What I <i>want</i> to do:</b></div><div><ol><li>Create something. Anything, really. I haven't had any creative output lately. It's lame. </li>
<li>Read a book for fun. Like maybe one of the billions I've started. </li>
</ol><div><b>What I'm <i>doing</i> now:</b></div></div><div><ol><li>Drinking sangria.</li>
<li>Watching Cyrus.</li>
<li>Blogging.</li>
</ol><div><b>What I'll<i> probably </i>end up doing:</b></div></div><div><ol><li>Drinking sangria. </li>
<li>Watching movies.</li>
<li>Eating pudding.</li>
<li>Thinking about studying.</li>
</ol></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1750665585359444346.post-89678965334755724052011-01-25T20:31:00.000-05:002011-01-25T20:31:19.827-05:00Something we like to do around here...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JY4t1689OYY/TT94KgUfxOI/AAAAAAAAAXc/5pTwUhXKq5U/s1600/P1090917.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JY4t1689OYY/TT94KgUfxOI/AAAAAAAAAXc/5pTwUhXKq5U/s320/P1090917.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><b>Painting!!</b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I cannot wait for it to no longer be winter. It seems Jude is even feeling stir-crazy and our in-house activities are fairly limited. I should take him to Jungle Java or something, but I don't want to go alone. Time to find some playdates! I think we're going to go to the library tomorrow before I work so I can read my picture books for class. That will be an adventure.</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1750665585359444346.post-74916059084359876172011-01-20T12:43:00.001-05:002011-01-20T12:43:07.702-05:00Working = Money = ShoppingNow that I'm working and bringing in the dough, I have many, many more shopping opportunities. It's not quite out of control yet, but my shopping has definitely increased. There were the earrings & baby shower gift I got last week. Then there was the couple of extra things from Amazon when I ordered books for school. No big deal, right?<br />
Then I got a new carseat, some new cups, and some painting things for Jude. Things he needs, y'know?<br />
Yesterday after I got off work, my grandma told me she'd keep Jude a while longer and that I should go to the mall and go shopping. I need a new pair of shoes, but I hate shoe shopping, especially when I'm alone. Instead, I just spent $30ish at <a href="http://www.lushusa.com/shop">Lush</a>. I needed soap, got some bath bombs to try, and know that their ocean salt face scrub is magic for your face, so that was a totally necessary purchase, they always give me samples of things to try when I go in there, so an even bigger bonus.<br />
Then, this morning, I went onto Zulily, found out that<a href="https://www.zulily.com/invite/kstabler991/tuk011811.html?filter=category_type&type=1693?tid=referral_email"> T.U.K. makes kids shoes</a>, and it was all downhill from there. I managed to only get 2 pairs of shoes, but still spent $50 something after shipping. I mean, come on, what kind of punk rock toddler doesn't need combat boots and leopard print creepers? They're totally justifiable.<br />
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</tbody></table>Online shopping is a truly marvelous thing. I can do it in 3 minutes, in class, at home, wherever, whenever.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1750665585359444346.post-73528904839866649782011-01-13T12:32:00.000-05:002011-01-13T12:32:05.826-05:00You know what's fabulous?<a href="http://www.etsy.com/">Etsy.</a> I've known about it for years. I didn't order anything until, erm, last year? 2 years ago? Something, who knows, who cares. Etsy is freakin' fantastic and addicting. I just ordered stuff from there for myself for the first time. I have only gotten gifts thus far (Jude's <a href="http://mamapolarbear.blogspot.com/2010/04/8-months-easter-and-such.html">Easter basket</a> and half the gifts in it, a personalized keychain for my mum when she ran her first 5k, etc.) but yesterday I caved whilst shopping for a baby shower gift and decided to get some earrings. I'm so very excited for them to come. I got 3 pairs.<br />
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<div style="text-align: left;">I did also get a baby shower gift. I've found that it's super-hard for me to shop for baby things for other people. I know my parenting style and what I like and like Jude to have, but I don't know if others are the same way or if I'd seem like I'm trying to push my opinions and ways onto people. If it were up to me, I'd get everyone cloth diapers and things to aid breastfeeding. Y'know, the things I really wished to get at my shower. Alas, I'm not like everyone else and that's what makes me so fabulous. Dammit. </div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1750665585359444346.post-24565975421596911422011-01-11T22:01:00.000-05:002011-01-11T22:01:55.324-05:00School started today.<br />
I work. A lot.<br />
I don't make enough tip-money on a daily basis, but at least I'm making money.<br />
Jude can count. To 2.<br />
We were at Target and they had Yo Gabba Gabba! underpants. He saw the Yo Gabba Gabba characters and started going "Yo! Yo! Yooo!" so I bought them for him. He was very happy and kept going "Yooo!" throughout the store. He's going to need them eventually anyway. :P<br />
He was sick again at the end of last week. :( The flu and whatnot. It was messy, to say the least.<br />
That's all I've got. I think. I'm not all that exciting.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1750665585359444346.post-22541462940474426702011-01-01T11:18:00.000-05:002011-01-01T11:18:53.649-05:00Things that happened in 2010...<div style="text-align: center;">The first half was more or less filled with lots of doctors appointments and anxiety. </div><div style="text-align: center;">Jude became mobile early in the year, then even more so later in the year.</div><div style="text-align: center;">He had surgery in June. </div><div style="text-align: center;">He turned one in August! </div><div style="text-align: center;">I went back to school.</div><div style="text-align: center;">I made some new friends.</div><div style="text-align: center;">We went on vacation to California.</div><div style="text-align: center;">We road-tripped to NY to walk for craniosynostosis.</div><div style="text-align: center;">I got a job.</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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</tbody></table><div style="text-align: center;">2010 was long, and busy. 2011 promises to be good. </div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1750665585359444346.post-60289215572094829882010-12-25T22:56:00.000-05:002010-12-25T22:56:23.950-05:00Christmas!<b>Christmas Eve</b> was spent at my grandma's house, as per usual. Everyone was there. It was a jolly good time, like always. Jude got a bunch of presents from everybody. He also got to run around with all the kids again. There was one minor downer though... my grandma accidentally got Jude a pair of baseball pj's that say "Daddy's All-Star" on them. The "Daddy's" part was quite unnoticeable at first glance, so I let it slide. I think I might make a Detroit patch or something to cover that <s>awful </s>word.<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"> I wish I didn't have negative feelings towards it, but alas, Jude doesn't actually have a "Daddy" who cares or is around or anything of that sort.</span> Enough of the bitterness, and on the the pictures!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The bigger boys were helping Jude open his presents.</td></tr>
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</tbody></table><b>Christmas morning</b> Jude woke up at his normal time, and everyone else was up shortly after we rolled out of bed. They all commented on how it was the latest we've all woken up on Christmas morning (I used to have a weird tendency to wake everyone up at 5 or 6 for Christmas morning). Jude walked past the living room without paying attention to the tree or presents under it. I redirected his attention, he saw his kitchen and got excited. He's a pro at unwrapping gifts too, but it took him like 3 hours to open all his presents because eventually he got to the point where he just wanted to play with them instead of unwrapping more. My mum's father and wife came over at 10 and my grandma & grandpa came over shortly after and we had our traditional brunch. After a little rest and a nap for Jude we headed over to my Aunt Kathy's for dinner and some Just Dance. I'll bore you with the list of gifts we all received another time. But now, more pictures!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Opening his stocking, he kept trying to put everything back into it.</td></tr>
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JY4t1689OYY/TRa8PXJRqFI/AAAAAAAAAXU/pIU4f3FBhVI/s1600/P1090903.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JY4t1689OYY/TRa8PXJRqFI/AAAAAAAAAXU/pIU4f3FBhVI/s320/P1090903.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1750665585359444346.post-43894970448077022010-12-25T15:25:00.001-05:002010-12-25T15:32:38.629-05:00I found my camera!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b>Now I can tell you all about my week leading up to Christmas!</b></div><br />
Firstly, there was Sunday. The Annual Glod Family Christmas shindig. It's this big party with my paternal grandma's whole side of the family gets together at the community house across the street from my grandparents old house. We eat, we talk, we have a pinata and a Santa. It's pretty crazy. This year it was a super-small turn out unfortunately, but Jude still had fun running around with all my cousins.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I have a pretty cute family, no?</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Santa gave my dad a tricycle and Jude stole it!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">He's such a big boy, hitting the pinata!</td></tr>
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Then, there was the Solstice, which is a pretty big deal in our house. Sure, the holidays are great for getting together with the whole extended families and all, but on the Solstice it has always been just my parents, my sister, and I (and now Jude, of course!) We light a fire and usually exchange a small, generally handmade, gift. This year we decided to change the tradition a little and gave ornaments, since we always get an ornament from my parents and I try to get or make them one every year too. We also spend the whole night sitting by the fire and playing games. This years culprits were Dirty Minds and Scrabble. I was pushing for ghetto fab scrabble, but no one was having it when I tried to replace 's's with 'z's or adding new spaces around the border of the game. It was pretty hilarious and fun, nonetheless.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">He got a copy of the Grinch and a Grinch doll from his gran.<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Opening the ornaments. He loved the gift bags most of all, he was carrying them around and putting the ornaments and wrapping paper back in them. So cute.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Happy Solstice!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I got Jude the Sea Lion because of our trip to CA, and my mum got me the Polar Bear because this is mamapolarbear.blogspot.com afterall. I've been thinking of ditching the "Kayleigh's Adventures Through Motherhood" bit and just doing Mama Polar Bear, opinions, yes, no?</td></tr>
</tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JY4t1689OYY/TRZNt59EpzI/AAAAAAAAAWs/ib6bScazkpA/s1600/P1090826.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JY4t1689OYY/TRZNt59EpzI/AAAAAAAAAWs/ib6bScazkpA/s200/P1090826.JPG" width="150" /></a><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JY4t1689OYY/TRZL0NdqmKI/AAAAAAAAAWo/8VtoXa6WGO8/s1600/P1090825.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JY4t1689OYY/TRZL0NdqmKI/AAAAAAAAAWo/8VtoXa6WGO8/s200/P1090825.JPG" width="150" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Gran got him a Jude Man ornament because of his <a href="http://mamapolarbear.blogspot.com/2010/11/halloween-5k-for-craniosynostosis.html">Halloween</a> costume at the 5k for craniosynostosis. It's actually a dollhouse doll that she got custom made from an Etsy seller and rigged to hang on the tree. She hand-embroidered the Jude Man onto the cape though.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br />
</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Expect to see more posts from me. Hopefully soon. Mostly a reminder for me: I still need to write about the sweet breakfast recipe from leftovers I "created", the cupcakes I baked for Sunday's party, Christmas Eve, and Christmas.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">Merry</span> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;">Christmas, </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">everybody</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;">!</span></span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1750665585359444346.post-61272290686712671952010-12-22T22:21:00.000-05:002010-12-22T22:21:24.259-05:00The Grades Are In!My semester has been over for a week and I finally got all my grades back. <div>*drum roll*</div><div><br />
</div><div>B+ in History.</div><div>B+ in Chemistry (lab).</div><div>C in Macroeconomics (online). </div><div><br />
</div><div>Go me! I'm pretty proud of them. I probably could have done better, but it was a good first semester back. I raised my GPA from a crappy 1.55 to a mediocre 1.90, which is splendid because I need to ultimately get it up to at least 2.50 in at least 2 more semesters. That's doable. </div><div>Next semester I have U.S. Government online, Speech, Developmental Psychology, and Literature for Children. It should be pretty easy, I only have classes Tuesday's and Thursday's, and my friend Carly is in my Psych class. It will be a good semester. I'm hoping to get at least one A. </div><div>It will be a super-busy semester too because I'll also be working 2 jobs. I'm waiting on Tony Sacco's to open, which should be in the next week hopefully. This week I've had to go in to help clean up and get things together. It's coming together nicely and I can't wait for it to open! Laurel Manor is... Laurel Manor. Banquet hall stuff... Meh.</div><div><br />
</div><div>Look forward to several fun posts about our Christmas excursions... as soon as I find my camera that disappeared off the face of the Earth. >.<</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0