"You drank all the milk?!"

Alright now peeps. I imagine some of you know, most of you probably don't, but, my husband, LOVES milk. Loves it. Obviously major cereal eating in the morning, glasses of milk with meals, glasses of milk with snacks, glasses of milk just because, etc. etc.....understand? Now, me, on the other hand, not a big milk kinda gal. Before I was pregnant I was rarely hungry for breakfast so I didn't eat a lot of cereal unless the mood hit me at a weird time, like lunch or for a snack. Drinking milk with a meal was unheard of, so, my milk drinking usually was limited to the occasion cookie or piece of cake.

However, as ol' Bobby Dylan would say, Times....they are a changin'. In fact, times have changed. Changed big. And bad. Soup Nazi? Seinfield? Awwww, yes, we know. Just call me the Milk Nazi. I have officially put strict rules and regulations in place regarding the milk in our household. Just tonight I sternly told my poor husband that milk was off limits to him (since we were running low) until further notice. I MUST eat cereal in the morning. It is my staple pregnancy breakfast.

Usually he likes to drink milk before bed, perhaps bring it to the bedroom, drink it while he messes around on the laptop before bed a little. Nope. Think again buddy. NO SOUP FOR YOU!

If there is not enough milk for me to have a generous helping for my morning cereal, dear husband WILL go to the gas station by our house, whenever I happen to discover the horror of this fact. Usually I don't discover the lack of milk until midnight or so, poor guy.

Before I was pregnant, a gallon wouldn't last TOO long because hubs has always loved milk, but now that two of us are drinking the stuff, keeping an ample supply is rough. We have started to become smart and try to keep two gallons in the fridge at all times. I don't require many things as far as food goes in this pregnancy, but milk and cereal are definitely required. He had a hard time adjusting to sharing the milk at the beginning of this journey, but has adapted. It is now ingrained in his mind that if he does not leave an adequate amount for my needs, bad things happen. Bad bad things.


Anywhos: I don't feel like catching you up on ALL of the preggo factoids this time around as it is a little time consuming and not much has actually changed. However, here are the highlights:

1. I'm a fat @#%. bahahahahahahha. Kidding people, just wanted to get you a little rawled up since I know you hate it when I say things like that.

2. Today we hit 28 weeks!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Woohooooo!!! Which starts the 3rd and FINAL trimester, and also starts the every two week OB appts. I'm VERY excited about both of these facts. I'm always look forward to my OB appts, and waiting a month in between them was no fun.

3. With the 28 week mark usually comes the gestational diabetes test. I took mine this morning. Actually, I should say, TRIED to take mine. I drank the orange sugary drink which actually didn't taste as bad as people made it out to be, however, my tummy just didn't feel like having company, so....up it came. I was extremely frustrated with myself as I knew they would just force me to drink it again and again until I kept it down. However, after chatting with my OB he said we could just test my sugar levels at my appts from here on out instead of repeatedly trying to not puke up that junk. So, I opted for that road instead.

4. I was also, of course, weighed at my appt today. Since 24 weeks, I've gained...another 7 pounds. That puts me at....ahemmm....27. *Scream* It's rough to think about, but really, what can I do? I have to eat when I'm hungry. I can walk more, yes. I could eat a little better, yes. Which I am trying to do. But other than that, it is what it is. Let's hope it comes off *fairly* easily after the little miss arrives.....

Can't she be something yummier than an eggplant?

*Sigh.*


I am officially....HUGE. I am not going to say I'm FAT because every time I use the word fat, or tub of lard (hehe) or whatever word that best describes how I'm feeling at the moment, people's first response is..."You aren't FAT! YOU ARE PREGNANT!" Duh people. :) Every time I see myself in the mirror I am shocked. I keep saying..."I didn't know it was going to be like this..." "What is happening to me?!"...."There is no way I can get bigger than this!!"...."How am I supposed to grow for three more months?!" It is frightening. Very very frightening. Like jaw on the ground, how in the helicopter am I suppose to have a 7 POUND CHILD IN THERE?! I AM HUGE ALREADY?! 


I just got back from two weeks visiting friends in family in KS. My lovely friends threw a shower for me and that day while getting ready I had this "I am looking pretty good! Hair is good, makeup good, maternity dress looks cute, I am a cute pregnant lady, woohooooo" attitude. Then I saw the pictures from the shower. O. M. G. My poor little self had a BIG skewed view of what I reallllyyy looked like. :) Like an obese person seeing a skinnier person in the mirror because their mind isn't able to see the real them. It was a sad realization. But, good that I caught the problem early. Now I know that: 


1. Black is a must from here on out. Black leggings, black shirts, and hopefully SOON, black sweaters. 


2. Sleeveless shirts/dresses are off limits. My arms are just too big. I read a pregnancy book about the time in pregnancy when you really just need to put the sleeveless clothes away. Don't be in denial. :) I thought, "Hey! Maybe I'll be one of those hot mami's that only gain weight in their tummy and the rest of their body looks great and slim." Nope. Not even close. 


3. A spray tan would do me good. This is hard to justify to the old hubs because he knows it costs money and doesn't last too long. My response to this is, first of all, SHUT UP! ;) And, I can't work out and be skinny, I can't fake tan in a booth, I can't lay out in the sun, I have limited options in the "Make Sara feel pretty" department. A cute hairstyle and getting your nails done only goes so far. :) A nice little tanned glow would do me good I think.  Being tan also makes you look slimmer, which oh brother I need. Now don't get all excited and think I'm going all Jersey Shore orange tan. Just a very subtle glow. I'm pregnant people, I'm supposed to glow!!! 


One and a half more weeks and we will be 28 weeks and in the third trimester. Have I mentioned that this pregnancy is THE LONGEST 9 (10) MONTHS OF MY LIFE?!?!??! I swear it is never ending. And the big and fat pregnancy uncomfortable-ness has definitely set in. Back pain is insane. Acid reflux came like a beast about a week or so ago.  I am now squatting to pick things up instead of bending over. Jeremy has to give me a little boost to get off the couch. It's just all really surreal to me. He looked at my belly and giggled tonight. I knew what he was thinking. I was thinking the same thing. Where in the heck did that thing come from?! It's funny that when you try to get pregnant, all you think about is the end result: the baby. We want to be parents, we want a child. We didn't think about what happens in between getting pregnant and popping that sucker out. Weeeeirrrrdddd stuff happens. My tummy looks like a grizzly bear's tummy, did I mention that? Is ALL that hair REALLLY necessary? Come on now. 


I could go on and on with all of the really bizarre surreal stuff that has happened, is happening, will happen during this time. PLEASE don't think any of this is complaining. It's just chatting. I don't know how pregnant people aren't talking all the time about all the crazy stuff that happens to them. Am I just ignorant or naive and I should have known? Should I have known that I would turn into a grizzly bear or that I would eat 56 meals a day? Maybe? But I don't think so.  


Once the hubs and I get over the crazy factor of some pregnancy thing, it is usually fun and exciting, we joke about it, he makes fun of me, I make fun of myself, it's fine. :) Besides the back pain, things are going really well. We recently put together our baby furniture, which I LOVEEE, and the smallest office in the world has officially turned into the smallest nursery in the world. Walking by there everyday and seeing her furniture and the growing amount of clothes/supplies, is making the pregnancy MUCH more exciting and real. It is a solid reminder that something big (little) is on the horizon! My goal is to have the nursery complete and decorated by the time Thanksgiving rolls around as my parents are coming down for the holiday and I want it to be a cute as can be surprise for them to see! Here are the latest preggo lady stats:

How far along:  26 Weeks 3 days

Size of baby: She's a eggplant. She's got to be a long eggplant because she kicks her mommy constantly! She is practicing to be a martial artist like her daddy! 

Total Weight Gain:  Oh Lord have mercy. At 24 weeks it was 2o pounds. WHO KNOWS what is it now because I have definitely had a growth spurt since then. I gained 6 pounds between 20 and 24 weeks, I'm really hoping that isn't going to be a pattern! 

Maternity Clothes: I find the belly band built into the jeans and stuff really constricting. I usually wear maternity yoga pants or leggings. 

Gender:  I'm guessing she is still a girl. Let's hope she comes out that way because we are PINK TO THE MAX at the White house!! 

Sleep: I went to the Chiropractor twice while I was in KS by the urging of lots of mommies and mommies to be. I really feel that it has helped a lot with my back pain. However, the chiropractor suggested that I keep going every couple of weeks until baby comes, and sadly, our insurance does not cover the chiropractor. We will see how things go.....   

What I miss: Still not eating chicken. I miss bending over. :) I miss sleeping on my tummy. I miss sleeping without back pain and I miss eating like a normal human being. :) 

Cravings:  Still no super duper  "I will kill you if I don't eat this" craving. 

Symptoms: Back pain and acid reflux are the only bothersome things going on. Being huge is not really a symptom I guess, but I am, huge. 

SHE is on her way!

Here we are again! I thought I would give another little update on the bebe! We are all doing well, I and (more importantly) the little lady are growing like a weed! Everything is going normally and we are moving steadily along. I think time has started to pick up since we found out the sex, time had been just been moving SOOOO slow the first half of the pregnancy, probably because the nausea/vomiting was just making everything seem so miserable and the days lasts for weeks, but after that past for the most part, we began to anxiously await the news of the gender. I know time will sloooowwwww down at the very end again when I'm a whale and want this baby out yesterday, but for now, I'm hoping it starts to pick up. 

Now that we know we are having a girl, I can try to keep busy, setting up the nursery, crafting baby girl stuff, etc. I plan on painting and decorating wooden letters that spell her name (which is being kept secret) :) for her nursery. We registered last week, which was realllyyy fun, not so much for daddy-to-be, but fun for mommy! My lovely Kansas friends are hosting a shower for my in Kansas on Oct.1st, and I believe my mommy-in-law is hosting one in Mississippi for me  in November. How blessed are we?! Hopefully we get a lot of necessities at the showers because geez! Babies need a lot! It's a little daunting when it's your first child and you have NO baby stuff. 

We are still getting used calling her a "her." :) And she is kicking up a storm!!!! It's such an interesting and mesmerizing thing to feel your child kick and wiggle around in there. I THINK we can start feeling her from the outside of my tummy. Yesterday when she was moving I put my hand on my tummy like I always do and I've always only been able to feel my heartbeat (on that big vein that pops up down there) but yesterday I believe I felt her kick from the outside. I'm sure it will get much more obvious in the next few weeks, but it was exciting! :) 

Here is your dose of preggo Sara factoids:

                                                                           How far along:  22 Weeks

Size of baby: So on this baby website it says 22-24 weeks the baby is the size of a papaya. I don't think I know what a papaya looks like. BUT, she is about 1 pound and almost a foot long! 
Total Weight Gain:  About 15 lbs. Rough I know. I'm really hoping to stay under a 35 pound weight gain.  I've been trying to go to the gym and walk and do some light weights but it's hard sometimes when I feel like a fatty and don't want to go anywhere. It's a work in progress! 
Maternity Clothes:  If I'm not wearing my trusty nightgowns or stretchy tank tops and pants, my butt is in maternity clothes. There is no going back now people! 

Gender:  We found out last Friday we are having a GIRLLLLLLLLLL!!!! GET. OUT. OF. TOWN. Do you understand my surprise in this? Really. I had already registered for boy things I was so positive it was a boy. The hubs and my mom, and I, and most people, were calling her a "him" for a few months now. Just because we all thought she was a he! Oh and by the way, that "how fast the heartbeat is" crap is totally lammmmeeeee-oooooo. Her heartbeat never went over like 147 bpm. And girls are supposed to be wayyyy faster than that. 

Sleep:  Getting rough. My back has started to hurt pretty bad in bed. I've slept with a pillow in between my legs since about week 12. But bought a boppy wedge pillow to shove under my belly a few days ago to also help align my back. So far I haven't felt a difference. Boo.   

What I miss: Still not eating chicken. I just can't do it. I try to if that's what someone makes for supper or if that is my only option but it's difficult. I'm not really struggling with much else. Oh, not eating a lot of veggies, they never sound good. Sorry pregnant police. 

Cravings:  Fruit, I eat a lot of fruit. A LOT of grapefruit. It grosses Jeremy out. hehe. Wendy's frostys too really get me excited! 

Symptoms: Getting bigger bigger bigger. Tummy is most definitely looking pregnant now I would say, not just like I ate too much pasta for supper. Nausea has it's moments, but nothing like it used to be and I haven't vomited for 5 weeks. Yay! 

One last thing, I know this blog has turned into a baby-fest since I have been pregnant and has steered away from it's original purpose, to discuss and share my faith journey. I often think of lots of faith related topics I want to bring up on here, but have not done it. Forgive me. Perhaps I should be asking God for forgiveness that I have strayed from a task that I was so passionate about several months ago. I am not past my search or "over it" in anyway, it just has, to be completely and utterly honest, fell off my radar. It stopped being a priority. Yes I said that. I almost stopped myself from typing that because I don't want people or THE Man to know. But, duh, he has known that for months now. He knows. Why do I care who else knows. I feel ashamed in myself, I have stopped reading the Bible. I've stopped asking questions. Instead of searching for God, I need to start searching how to start searching again! If you are reading this and have any good pieces of advice on this topic, please share with me. Thank you dear readers! 

Peace! 

We have landed.

.........in Georgia. *Sigh.* Right off the bat I'd like to complain about what I don't like about Georgia. (Best to go ahead and get the negativity out of the way, right?)   =)

1. The first and most PAINfully obvious reason, it's not Kansas. It's 20 hours from Kansas. Pain. Ful.

2. It's so dang humid. We all know it's humid in the south, duh. But still, what I wouldn't give for a "dry" 100 degree day rather than a humid 90 degrees.

3. Thanks to Mr. Humidity and the evil bug demons, there are mosquitoes out ALL day long. Morning, noon and night. I planted some flowers in some flower pots today in our backyard this afternoon (3 pm) and I couldn't have been outside for more than 20 minutes. I came inside with literally 17 mosquito bites. (I counted.) And these just aren't any mosquitoes, these are huge, juicy, when you slap them blood squirts everywhere type mosquitoes.

4. The produce sucks. I bought a bunch of berries, oranges, etc. thinking that the south has got to have some good produce. Nope. They suck. The fruit is wayyyy better in Kansas. How that makes sense, I have no idea. Side note, I have yet to buy some peaches. I feel as if I buy peaches, which I do like, and they suck, well that will just send me right over the edge and into psycho lady land. It's like getting bad seafood on the coast, it really should just NEVER happen. There is no excuse for it. Georgia IS the PEACH state. If I suffer from peach disappointment, well you just never know what could happen, who could get it. It's dangerous.

5. Our house, which is surprisingly mostly all pleasant, is the home of some MAJOR MASSIVE cockroaches. One just came wiggling out of the wall while I was in the bathroom a little while ago. Seriously, this thing was the size of my fist.....almost. Now, I reckon a house that was built almost 100 years ago is going to have some bug issues, but cockroaches?! Come on. At least give me spiders or something. I can handle spiders.

I believe that is all the complaining I shall do. Our house is cute and is coming together quite nicely. The hardwood floors needed a lot of new area rugs to make the house feel home-y and cozy, which cost a pretty penny, but oh well. Our 3rd bedroom which we were really excited to have is more like a closet, but, it's better than nothing. We are using it as a small office right now and will be transformed into the world's smallest baby room in the next few months. Hopefully the baby isn't claustrophobic. hehe.

....Speaking of baby! Here is your baby update!

How far along:  18 weeks
Size of baby:  Baby White is about the size of a sweet potato! 
Total Weight Gain:  About 10 pounds.  Yes this seems like a big jump from 1 lb at 13 weeks, but at 14 weeks I went to the dr. and it was about 6 lbs. I guess at 13 weeks I hadn't weighed myself for awhile.....
Maternity Clothes:  Yup! Finally gave in and bought some a few weeks ago. I have a pair of shorts and two pairs of flood pants, with a few tops. Haven't worn any of the tops yet.  

Gender:  We find out on Sept. 2nd what this little critter is! I could not be more excited! I can't wait to start shopping! 

Sleep:  Not bad. I go to sleep super early, usually around 10 and sleep until 9 or 10 in the morning. I'm thankful I was never a back sleeper, as you can't do that anymore when you are preggo.  

What I miss: Chicken. :( I have a bad chicken aversion. It's sad really. I miss my chicken friend. We were really close. 

Cravings:  None really. Things sound REALLY good from day to day but nothing that I would kill to have or that has stayed around that long. 

Symptoms: The nausea and vomiting have gotten better. Thank you Jesus. Thank you Jesus! I still get waves of nausea and I feel like throwing up occasionally but my nights are much better these days. Hungry a lot still. 

I feel like I have been pregnant for a year already. Time is going so slow it's ridiculous. I found myself at Joann's (as Hobby Lobby is closed on Sundays) today trying to find a pregnant person hobby. I don't know how to sew or anything of that nature, so that's out. The hubs suggested I try painting, but if my painting skills in Jr. High and High School art class was any indication of my skills now, it's best I stay away from that as well. Perhaps when we find out the sex of the baby I will have a little more to work with. 

Regardless, I don't know anybody here, I'm not working, I have no friends or family to visit with, so my schedule is wide open. Boringly wide. I need to work on that....

The REAL Baby White!

So, *Sigh,* I've finally gotten my butt into gear and made another post to my blog. I have no clue how long it's been, probably 4 months? Eeeeek!!!! Shame on me. My apologies, but, I have an excuse, by the name of BABY!!!! I made a post several months ago about the ol' hubs and I starting to try to have a baby, and now here we are!!! We are SOOOO lucky to not to have waited for very long, took us about 3 months. Even though during the time we were trying the weeks of waiting seemed like MONTHS, and I was worried that it may not work for some reason (I am a worrier.) Once we finally got our positive, I was really surprised and thankful that we were blessed with a baby after hardly anytime at all of trying. All of you mommies or ladies trying to be mommies that struggled or are currently struggling with conceiving, I commend you!!! Your strength is beyond comprehension to me. 

Anywhos, we have gradually told family and close friends over the last several weeks and made the big Facebook reveal about a week ago. I am 13 weeks tomorrow, and this experience has been, to say the least, LIFE ALTERING!!!! My body, seriously, does not belong to me anymore. Most every body part does not function like it used to pre-baby. When you take a step back, it really is incredible and amazing. When you are the one living it, IT'S CRAZYYYYYYYY!!! Part of the reason why I haven't been blogging is because I always used to blog late at night after Jeremy went to bed. Well, at night, Sara is a zombie. Literally, I am a walking dead person. Usually, though, I am not walking. I am a laying down, whining, crying, this-nausea-shall-be-the-death-of-me person. Now listen people, please don't take my "complaining" as a sign that I am in ANYYY WAYYYY ungrateful for the wonderful blessing God has given us. Take it as a lady who is struggling and finds comfort in sharing her experiences with others in hopes to get some good feedback. (That's why I did this whole blog thing from the beginning, remember? I'm a sharing kind of gal, it makes what I'm going through easier to handle.) 

Anyways, right when I got pregnant I bought THE book, we all know what it is, and read up on the internet. I read that you are more prone to morning sickness if you get severe motion sickness, from flying, driving, etc. RED FLAG. I am the queen of car sickness. So, I was concerned. About week 6 is when it hit. First sign of it was when I was taking a shower and suddenly felt like I needed to vomit and had to sit down in the shower. It was quick, went away, but I knew, uh oh, here it comes. Fast forward 7 weeks later, I am still, struggling. I've tried preggie pops, sea bands, my Dr even gave my a Rx for nausea and vomiting for chemo patients (Zofran) and nothing works. The Zofran is successful in keeping the vomiting at bay, but not the nausea. This nausea is like car sickness jacked up on steroids or something. It's insane. God bless my poor husband for all the torture he's endured from taking care of me each and every night for the last 7 weeks.(My sickness is at night, I feel fine during the morning/early daytime) I am praying and hoping and begging the good Lord above to ease this nausea now that my 1st trimester is over. Dang it's been difficult. 

However, I am coping better than I was 4 weeks ago. Coping better probably because I feel that I am towards the end of it and most likely relief is on it's way. Week 8-10 or so, no way. Game over. I didn't think I was going to make it. But here we are, week 13. A milestone! No more 1st trimester! Everyone says the 2nd is wonderful and I can't wait!!! I can't wait to start feeling the little guy or gal moving and kicking! It's going to be wild, I can just imagine! 

I do have a bit of a belly already. Dang it Sara for not working more on those ab muscles! LOL! I could have kept the thing under wraps a little longer. Don't get me wrong, I'm super excited for a baby belly, but what I have now looks just like I'm a tubbo who had a big supper. :) I'm afraid people look at my when I'm in public and are like, "wow, sister needs to work on her cardio!" I just want to tell everyone that I'm pregnant, not fat. Oh well. :) I know I need to start taking belly pics, but I NEVER do my hair or makeup anymore and look like crap most of the time, so I'm trying to wait for a day where I actually look like a human. :) I'm thinking we will try to take the first one tomorrow. 

For those of you interested, here are some baby/mama highlights so far!!!

Pregnancy Highlights:

How far along:  13 weeks
Size of baby:  Baby White is about the size of a peach!!! (Appropriate I suppose since we are moving to Georgia next week)
Total Weight Gain:  About 1 pound. 
Maternity Clothes:  None. All I've been wearing are stretchy pants/shorts and t-shirts or dresses. 

Gender:  I took a sketchy gender predictor urine test they sell at drug stores for fun, and it said a boy. However, I am not putting much stock into and the hubs is putting absolutely NO stock into it. He was annoyed I even bought it. hehehe. :) 

Sleep:  It's hard to fall asleep since I feel like vomiting constantly, but sleeping has been ok so far. 

What I miss: Watching the food network :( Not possible when I feel sick. I don't miss caffeine since I didn't drink much pop and never drank coffee before baby. 

Cravings:  None really. It's more like, what foods are tolerable at the moment. That's basically starches. A lot of breads (Pizza, breadsticks, pb sandwiches) and potatoes. I eat a lot of fruit too.

Symptoms: Tiredness, not like sleepy tired though. Like, I can hardly walk in Target for 15 minutes tired, NAUSEA, and a lot of food aversions like chicken and veggies.

Like I had mentioned above, the inevitable move to Georgia is finally upon us. I am extremely sad to be leaving my family, especially my mommy. However, I am coming back to KS in two months,and then she and my step-dad are coming down for Thanksgiving and she will be back again for baby's arrival. I am so sad that I won't be able to share all my pregnancy issues with her first hand and that she won't be able to come to my doctor's appt's and see my growing belly. However, I suppose I knew this would come when I married an Army officer so I need to figure it out. The upside is, we will only be a few hours from Jeremy's family and I know they are very excited to share our pregnancy experiences with us. So, at least I won't be completely family-less! 

That is all for now! I have gone on way to long as it is!!! Keep reading for the next Baby White installment! 

Dinner Impossible (With a baby)

OK, so this blog has mostly been about my Faith, but today, I will be taking a (slight?) detour on this road. Be forewarned, there is a signifcant amount of judging in this blog, perhaps warranted, perhaps not. (However, on the God note, is judging ever warranted? Besides from the big Man upstairs?)  Anywhos, regardless, it's in here, so you have been warned.  Proceed with caution.

Let's rewind about 6 hours. The hubs has been a boo hooin' allll weekend to go see this dang movie, "Thor." I can't watch movies in the theater, I just don't care to be there, it's a rough go for me and I usually manage to wiggle my way out of it. However, he has been in the field all week and only gets a few days at home this month, so he guilted me in to going. In exchange for sitting in this (not so bad in the end) movie, I made him take me to dinner first.

Scene: Parking lot of Famous Daves. We get out of the car and first thing I see a is gentelman yelling at his baby. He was holding his baby (yes, BABY) and yelling in it's ear "STOP IT! BE QUIET...NOW!" Once he saw us he stopped. (Shocker) I motioned Jeremy to peek his head back into the car, and I proceeded to say, "DID YOU SEE THAT GUY?! HE'S SCREAMING AT HIS BABY!" Then I acted out, all tough like, what I was going to say to said guy about being a social worker and a mandated reporter. He begged me not to say anything and I settled for a big long glare. (Let me state, for the record, that child protection (and maybe most people) would not consider what I just watched abuse, and I may be a little more sensitive to these situations, so I did not report.)

We went inside, sat at out table, when the guy brought his baby back inside and lucky me, sat right in front of us. So, I had a front row seat to the upcoming shit show (pardon me) while Jeremy had his back to whole thing. Commence an hour or so of Sara saying "Turn around and look at this!" "I can't stop looking!" "This is infuriating!!" And Jeremy of course, not turning around and telling me to stop staring.

What I watched, was a very very oh so very ignorant mother and father "parent" their child. By this time, dad had taken a back seat and mama was driving this thing. Their son, who could not be more than 12 months old, if that, was sitting in a high chair, "eating" a whole meal that looked to be for an adult. He had a fork and was trying to mess with his food. Mommy rolled her eyes and told him to STOP very sturnly when this BABY could not eat his ADULT meal properly. When the BABY looked over at a near by table, mommy started snapping her fingers in front of his face and yelled at him to quite looking at them. *Sighhhh*

I couldn't take my eyes off of them. I was very angry. A classic case of of an ignorant parent, who knows nothing about being a parent, expecting their child to act a way that, developmentally, that child can NOT act or does not know HOW to act. When the baby doens't act the way mommy and daddy THINKS it should, baby is punished.

Mommy went on to "cry" at the table. Now I know I am being harsh, I don't know these people, but I've just watch them be completely inappropriate parents for 30 minutes. So mom was "crying." I call it "crying" because he face did get really red but no tears or anything, and she NOT so subtly kept looking around to see if anyone could see her crying.

After her woes of being a crappy ass parent brought her to "tears" her baby got up in his high chair. Mommy started in on him which made him cry. Mommy then forced him to sit back down and belted him in...then gave baby a "take that you piece of shit" (sorry I'm rawled up) nasty horrible glare. (Seriously, it was hurtful for me to even watch it.) Now I'm ok with strapping your baby in the high chair, but they were done eating, getting ready to leave. Presumbably baby just wanted to be held, a little love. Nope. In the hour I sat there and watched this, baby received no love. No touch. No smiles. He got glared at, and yelled at, and ignored.

Yes, I may be a overly sensitive social worker. Yes, babies can sometimes be extremelyyyy unrulely and drive you to tears out of shear frustration. But this really wasn't the case. I promise.

To top it all off! Yes, there is more! At the end of their meal their waiter brings them out a "comlimentary dessert." I'm guessing to comfort poor mommy of her horrible dinner experience with PSYCHO BABY! (Yes, I was listening as well as watching, sue me.)

Great. So now we are rewarding ignorant witless parents. Lovely.


Judgment Over.

All Along The Watchtower.....

So sue me. I haven't been blogging. It's been like...ahem...3 WEEKS! I haven't forgot you old dear blog....
 :( I just...don't have anything to say. It's sad since I tend to have A LOT to say, but usually it's nothing to go out and tell the world about. This blog was mainly started to talk about my journey with my faith, and I finally started doing it when my mom was diagnosed with cancer. The blog then was fueled by my reading of the Old Testament, and the things I was thinking, feeling, experiencing while reading it. Well, brace yourself, I've stopped reading it.

Don't get mad! It's not permanent, it's not even intentional, I just haven't been doing it. I think I got burned out. I was reading up to a book a night. Which is a lot, at least to me. I think the issue started when I got to Psalms. *Pausing for gasp.* Yes, I know everyone loves the Psalms. Why would she ever have a problem with them?!?!?

 OK, the problem with Psalms is, it's very very very long. Like 150 Chapters long. Another problem is, I'm reading the contemporary version of The Bible, "The Message." It is GREAT! Don't get me wrong, it's doing all the things I'm needing it to do. It's explaining and telling me the story of God, Jesus, Faith, Love in a very easy was for me to read and understand. However, the romance, the fancy word plays, the beautiful rhyme and rhythm of the more traditional forms of the Bible is missing. Like one of the most famous verses in the Bible, In Psalms, "The Lord is My Shepherd, I Shall Not Want...." is translated into The Message version, as..."God, my Shepherd! I don't need a thing!" As you can see...the second version is lacking. The thing I love about The Message is the thing I dislike most about it. It took me alonggggg time to get through Psalms for that reason, it didn't move me, it didn't bring back all the times people have quoted, sang, preached, the Psalms, because it wasn't there. The verses were stripped. It wasn't pretty. It wasn't nastaglic.

I understand this, and I respect it. The Message has a specific purpose, to let us read the Bible in a way that people can easily understand the concepts and the stories. It does take away the magic, which is why it took me so long to get through Psalms, because Psalms are all prayers and songs. Prayers and songs stripped of their romance and magic are not prayers and songs at all. So, my awesome Bible reading machine stalled. Pretty bad actually. I FINALLY got through Psalms a few weeks ago and have started Proverbs, which is better. But, since the night I started reading Proverbs and got about half way through it, was the last time I have read it.

I don't have any excuse, my life isn't busy, things with my mom are much better, I've just lost my enthusiasm and motivation. Dang that Old Testament is long!!!! 

However, I will get through it. I'm just looking and waiting for a kick in the butt from the enthusiasm monster.

P.S. About my title....NOTHING to do with my current blog, I was going to blog about Battlestar Galactica (if you haven't seen it, it won't make sense.) Don't laugh at the Battlestar Galactica future blog. This show is/was amazing and has so many ideas and messages about God and humanity and what we are doing to ourselves that it is DEFINITELY worthy of the next blog. Sooooo, stay tuned!