Well, I've gone and done it. I've gotten myself knocked up. Okay, so I guess I didn't do it all by myself. I have my husband to thank for at least half of that forbidden dance. But I am definitely knocked up. SO knocked up, in fact, that I am about to drop this oven baby in less than a month. If my calculated due date is anywhere near on track, my baby boy (the real kind, not the "I love you Jody!" kind) will be here in TWENTY-FOUR DAYS. It's just mind blowing, really. Anyway, so that pretty much sums up why I haven't blogged in what seems like a lifetime. Because it has in fact been a lifetime ... or at least the beginning of one. I'm sure you've already forgiven me for my less than prolific history, so I won't waste time by apologizing for something that I'm really not all that sorry for.
I'm not quite sure why I decided that today would be the perfect time to catch you up on all things housewife, but here I am. Here's the short version (I'd give you the long version, but it would require at least one cocktail, which I am obviously not able to enjoy currently. So if I suffer, you suffer.): I got pregnant. I got a job working for a certain NPO that will go unnamed. I hated said job because of a certain possibly bi-polar boss, who will also go unnamed. I quit that godawful, stress inducing, soul-sucking job one Friday after about three months of my patience and sanity being tested DAILY. Side note, that was possibly the single most irresponsible thing that I have ever done in my adult life ... well, at least that I would share with you (without the above-mentioned prerequisite cocktail(s). Moving on, I have since become a reality television addict (the first step is admitting that I have a problem, right?), a professional pregnant chick who sits on the couch with her feet up, and an overall complainer. I'm multitalented.
I won't overwhelm you with the details of all of my complaints. Just think along the lines of EVERYTHING. You'd be so amazed how many obscure symptoms and random things there are to complain about whilst being pregnant (much to the hubs' chagrin). There's an endless supply of weird things that could either be attributed to pregnancy, or some sort of life-threatening illness that could claim your life at any time. By the way, if you do happen to find yourself preggers, I don't recommend pulling up the old WebMD every time you suffer a new symptom. That website will have you self-diagnosed with ebola with a nice side of anthrax and sarcoidosis. (Did you know that House reruns are on ALL of the time on USA?? It's true. Trust me ... I know.)
Anyhoo, if I'm tired of writing, you are surely tired of reading, so I'll leave you with a picture of my burgeoning belly. It's big. Large and in charge. But that's another topic for another day!
xo
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Saturday, January 12, 2013
Monday, January 16, 2012
Happy Birthday, Dr. King.
Martin Luther King, Jr. is celebrated today, January 16, 2012, one day after he would have turned 83 years old. Today, many of us are off of work, enjoying the many luxuries that we often take for granted. Some have more than others: nice cars, vacation homes, private jets ... but we all have our freedom. We all have the right to life, liberty, and the pursuit of our own happiness. So today, let us not forget the struggle that came before us, the loooong trek to the mountaintop of civil liberty. Let us celebrate how far we as a nation have come; but also not forget how far we still have to go. Today, let us remember a man who helped to pioneer the Civil Rights Movement, and challenged our nation to lift [itself] "from the quick sands of racial injustice to the solid rock of brotherhood." Happy Birthday, Dr. King - today we celebrate your memory and your vision.
Excerpt of speech taken from YouTube
*If you live in Atlanta, and have not been to the MLK memorial - for shame! You should get on over there, at least just to see it. Culture, remember? Get you some!
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Wednesday, January 11, 2012
These are My Confessions...
It's time for a bit of a proper introduction to the "True Confessions of a Real Housewife of Atlanta." But what, exactly, is a "true confession?" Confessions can be different things to different people. A confession could mean letting one of those sneaky little skeletons out of the closet, and divulging a long-guarded secret. Confession could mean sitting opposite a priest in an actual confessional, listing all of your sins, apologizing, getting some penance homework, repeating an Act of Contrition, and [hopefully] receiving absolution from the aforementioned priest. (Well, it would only mostly mean that if you are Catholic, Protestant, Lutheran, Anglican, or Mormon. But, I digress.) Confession could also imply that you were arrested for committing a crime, and that you eventually tired of the dark, musty, interrogation room, with the bright lights being shined into your eyes, and the grumpy brute of a detective shouting, "Where were you on the night of May 5th?!?" in your face, spraying you with drops of spittle, and refusing to let you use the restroom, even though you asked very politely (for a criminal). So you finally gave in, walked said detective through every tedious detail of your no-doubt heinous crime, and then he handed you a legal pad and a pencil to "now write the whole thing down."*
The point is, the word confession has a lot of heavy connotations. But the thing is, it doesn't have to be that deep. A confession doesn't have to be an open window into the darkest corners of your soul. It can just be something that you admit, or acknowledge. Yes, it's that easy. Dictionary.com defines "confession" as follows:
So, this brings us back full circle (love it when that happens!) to this blog. What exactly was going through this crazy mind of mine when I decided to create this blog? Well, I definitely was not thinking about Confessions, in the Usher sense (even though he is a fellow ATLien). Fortunately, I have no future baby mama concerns with my chick on the side who is three months pregnant and says she's keeping it. Additionally, seeing as to how I'm (a) not Catholic (or any of those other religions that practice the formal confession of sins), or (b) guilty of committing any crimes, I think I was thinking more along the lines of a combination of the first and third definitions. This blog is my attempt, not at total transparency ... but at a little insight into the lifestyles of the not-so-rich and not-so-famous and the not-at-all-scripted reality television show that is my life.
...And so I offer you my confessions, all true and from the heart (however black and dismal it may feel that day) of a legitimate, REAL housewife (although less-than-enthused over the current title ... because I'd much rather be working than doing housework, which is what my life, it appears, has been regulated to ... besides blogging, a healthy amount of Facebok stalking (because yes, there is a level of Facebook stalking that graduates you from morbidly curious to full-on creeper), and just being overall fabulous, of course) of Atlanta (who just happens to love all things Housewives (especially you, Andy Cohen)). Hopefully you'll find things that make you laugh, things that pique your interest, things you want to do, things you want to put in your belly, things you have to have, and sometimes just some things that make you go "hmmm." But be warned, the confessions aren't always going to be "confessions" in the typical sense; sometimes you're just going to get little gems like, "I like rice. A lot." (True confession.) Perhaps "true confessions..." is a bit of a dramatic title for what I'm trying to accomplish, here ... but dramatic's kind of my style.
What are some of your true confessions? I'd love to hear 'em! Until next time, kiddos ... hugs and fake air kisses from your favorite Atl homemaker!**
*Whew. That one got away from me a little bit. What can I say? I watch a lot of crime shows. But really, have you ever wondered why they make them go through the whole story before they hand them the legal pad? If I ever commit a crime for which I confess, I'm going to tell them that I would like my legal pad immediately. Then I can write it down, and they can read it for themselves, then get back to me with any questions. Because my time as a criminal would obviously be very valuable.
**Do people still use the term "homemaker?" I rather like the sound of "homemaker" better than that of "housewife." To me, homemaker implies that I alone make the home. As if the home just wouldn't be the same without me. That it couldn't live without me; that the thought of me leaving the home sends it spiraling into a bender filled with country music, cheap whiskey, geoffries, and furry walls. I am a homemaker. I complete my house; I had it at hello. That sounds so much more attractive than housewife, doesn't it? Then again, "The Real Homemakers of Atlanta" just doesn't quite have the same ring to it.
Wednesday, January 4, 2012
This is the Dawning of the Age of Apocalypse!
Okay, now that we've gotten the responsible resolution conversation out of the way, let's address the whole "world's gonna end on December 21, 2012 because those darn Mayans' 'long count' just wasn't quite long enough," thing, shall we? You didn't think I would just glaze over the Mayan calendar, did you? How could you? In case you're not up-to-date (or you live under a rock, in which case, you might actually be fairly safe), apparently the world will end on December 21, 2012. Gosh, that sounds ominous. It really gives you something to look forward to, doesn't it?
Sheesh. What a buzz kill. Allegedly this isn't supposed to be like that "Rapture" malarky; this might actually really happen. You might want to mark that date on your calendars, just in case ... it could be rather important. For your convenience, please see below for a countdown. This should help to ensure that you are appropriately prepared (both physically and mentally), for the upcoming end of days.
Now you never have to ask, "When is the world ending, again?"
Now that we know when we should expect to meet our demise, let's talk about how we will meet our demise. There are several countless different theories regarding what will happen when December 21 rolls around. Some people think that the world will just cease to exist. (Does that happen? I mean in the non-religious sense. Obviously, God, or whichever higher power you believe in can cause things to randomly just cease to exist. (If you believe in such things at all - I can't exclude anybody because of their belief system; that would be closed-minded and judgmental, which I am not. Such exclusions are frankly deplorable.) But do things just randomly cease to exist on their own? Does the earth have an expiration date? Does mankind have an expiration date?
Me, personally? I think that if December 21 really is going to be the end of the world as we know it, that it will be a more gradual process. I picture it a lot like The Day After Tomorrow, with crazy extreme weather (a little like what we've been experiencing here in the past couple of years...) that we're just not equipped to handle, so our existence just kind of fades away) ... and maybe zombies. The zombie part is probably just my overactive imagination, but it would add a little bit of spice to the whole "the world is ending" thing, wouldn't it? Just imagine if we had to fight our way through mountains of snow, or dodge tornadoes and tidal waves ... all whilst fighting off flesh-eating zombies.*
...you don't really think there will be zombies, do you...?
I think it could go either way. Uh oh. This apocalypse just got real. Because I love my readers, and I want you to be as safe as possible if the world does indeed end in December, I have included a couple of links to the CDC, so you can make sure you have all of the supplies necessary to survive the apocalypse.**
Here is all of the info (including more links) that you will need relating to emergency preparedness and response. You don't have to wait until the end of days to access this information, you know. It's surprisingly useful in hurricanes, too.
Now, for those of you concerned about the zombies, you should still click the link above to be prepared for the apocalypse itself, but you might want to check this out, too. Just in the the interest of self-preservation, you know? (You call it an overactive imagination; I call it being prepared. How different is a zombie from a cannibal, really? We all know that when the going gets tough, and people get hungry ... they will eat you. It happens. Have you seen the movie Alive? Stuff got real, and people got eaten. It can't hurt to be ready when they come for you.)
Well, that concludes today's conversation about the end of the world. I hope you now feel well-informed and prepared for what may be to come ... but don't dwell on the thought of our possible extinction. Just make sure to have lots of water on hand, and live life to its fullest! Because let's face facts: we're all mortal. We could cease to exist on any given day ...not just on December 21, 2012. Live, laugh and love like every day is your last.
*I'm sure you're thinking it ... no, I am not British. I realize that Americans don't really say the word "whilst," but I like it. I use it in every day conversation. It sounds so cultured. Chock that up to blogger's license ... again. The world is ending in less than a year, remember? I do what I want.
**Hmmm. I'm not exactly sure how this whole apocalypse thing works. Can proper preparedness really lead to preservation? If I have a sufficient amount of drinking water and a bomb shelter, might I make it through the rubble to see 2013? Or will I just spend all of my money stocking up on gallons of water and building said bomb shelter, only to spontaneously implode at midnight on December 21? Also, I feel as though December 21 is very vague. December 21, at what time? And in what time zone? Will each respective time zone cease to exist as the clock strikes midnight there? This is really a lot to think about. I'm tired already.
"The world will end on December 21, 2012."
Sheesh. What a buzz kill. Allegedly this isn't supposed to be like that "Rapture" malarky; this might actually really happen. You might want to mark that date on your calendars, just in case ... it could be rather important. For your convenience, please see below for a countdown. This should help to ensure that you are appropriately prepared (both physically and mentally), for the upcoming end of days.
Now you never have to ask, "When is the world ending, again?"
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Tuesday, January 3, 2012
You Say You Want a Resolution?
res·o·lu·tion
[rez-uh-loo-shuhnoun
1.
a formal expression of opinion or intention made, usually after voting, by a formal organization, a legislature, a club,or other group. Compare concurrent resolution, joint resolution.
2.
a resolve or determination: to make a firm resolution to dosomething.
3.
the act of resolving or determining upon an action or courseof action, method, procedure, etc.
4.
the mental state or quality of being resolved or resolute;firmness of purpose.
With the dawn of every new year, many people often find themselves committing to do something better moving forward. Everyone typically has some sort of resolution, whether it is to lose some weight, get more exercise, be more social ... resolutions can come in any shape and form. But my question is, with the possibility of the impending demise of our world as we know it, did anybody forego their resolutions for the year?
I look at it like this: if I only have less than a year left to live ... for that year, I'm going to live it up! You only live once, you know - I don't want to meet my apocalyptic doom while composing a spreadsheet, or putting together a proposal. I want to go out with a bang! So my resolution this year is to get out there and live life to its fullest.
This year, I want to do something I've never done, go places I've never gone, and eat foods I've never heard of. I want to live and love recklessly, to throw my head back and bask in the sunshine, to feel the powder sand beneath my toes and the wind in my hair. I want to get into a pillow fight, and eat ice cream for breakfast, lunch and dinner. I want to laugh until everything hurts, until I maybe even cry ... but I only want to shed happy tears this year. This year, I'M taking control of my own happiness and learning to let go, because I can't expect other people to make me happy or to always do the right thing ... but I CAN have that expectation of myself. And that power, that ownership ... feels really good...
Apocalypse, or not.
Nina Simone - Feeling Good by hydearck
I look at it like this: if I only have less than a year left to live ... for that year, I'm going to live it up! You only live once, you know - I don't want to meet my apocalyptic doom while composing a spreadsheet, or putting together a proposal. I want to go out with a bang! So my resolution this year is to get out there and live life to its fullest.
This year, I want to do something I've never done, go places I've never gone, and eat foods I've never heard of. I want to live and love recklessly, to throw my head back and bask in the sunshine, to feel the powder sand beneath my toes and the wind in my hair. I want to get into a pillow fight, and eat ice cream for breakfast, lunch and dinner. I want to laugh until everything hurts, until I maybe even cry ... but I only want to shed happy tears this year. This year, I'M taking control of my own happiness and learning to let go, because I can't expect other people to make me happy or to always do the right thing ... but I CAN have that expectation of myself. And that power, that ownership ... feels really good...
Apocalypse, or not.
Nina Simone - Feeling Good by hydearck
Monday, January 2, 2012
2011: The Year in Review
Happy New Year!! Greetings from 2012, my pets! It appears as though we made it through 2011 relatively unscathed ... but what a year it was! According to the Yahoo! 2011 Year in Review, there was such a wealth of noteworthy news that 2011 had to be broken down into ten different categories. I'm going to dedicate this post to consolidating those ten categories into one list of 10 major events ... and heeeeere we go...
The Year 2011 in Review
1. We Got Some "Signs of the Times..."
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According to The Huffington Post:
Police in Beebe were prompted to ban fireworks after dozens of the birds were found dead one year after the original incident. I guess we'll have to see what happens on New Year's next year... if we make it that far. Now I'm not all that superstitious, but all things considered, maybe we should just take this one day at a time instead of anxiously awaiting the 2013 New Year's festivus of falling fowl. I'm not even sure blackbirds can be considered fowl, but I'm a sucker for alliteration. Let's move on."Scientists say the loud cracks and booms from celebratory fireworks likely sent the birds into such a tizzy that they crashed into homes, cars and each other before plummeting to their deaths last New Year's Eve. The birds landed on roofs, sidewalks, streets and fields. One struck a woman walking her dog. Another hit a police cruiser."
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April 29 - Prince William married his longtime sweetheart, [commoner] Catherine Middleton, in an awe-inspiring service at Westminster Abbey that captured the attention of the world. 1,900 people were in attendance, and millions of others crowded the streets surrounding the abbey, hoping for a glimpse of the newlyweds. (And let's not forget the millions of Americans that woke up in the wee hours of the morning to tune in on their television sets ... oh, who am I kidding? That's what dvr is for, am I right?) Princess Kate's engagement ring was none other than the stunning sapphire beauty worn by Princess Diana in 1981. Her Royal Highness (so fancy!) chose a lovely, demure, satin and lace gown by Sarah Burton for Alexander McQueen.
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May 11 - At 11:35 p.m. ET, President Obama held a live news conference from the White House. It was during this special broadcast that he stated to the world, "Good evening. Tonight, I can report to the American people and to the world that the United States has conducted an operation that killed Osama bin Laden, the leader of al-Qaida and a terrorist who's responsible for the murder of thousands of innocent men, women, and children."
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5. A Mother Got Away With Murder...
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July 21 - The space shuttle Atlantis returned to Kennedy Space Center from its final voyage, mission Space Transportation System-135. The conclusion of this mission marked the end of a thirty-year shuttle program. The shuttle era will forever be haunted by the Challenger and Columbia tragedies; however, it will also be remembered for its many accomplishments. Over its thirty year duration, the program's fleet of five shuttles built the largest structure in space (the International Space Station) and transported astronauts to and from it. Shuttle crews also repaired the space station, captured wayward satellites, launched the Hubble Space Telescope, and conducted numerous scientific experiments. The overall cost of the program is estimated to have been $209 billion. Although the NASA program is no longer operating, it will forever remain in our hearts.
7. The Nation Got Occupied...
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8. Cancer Got the Better (Not the Best) of a Brilliant Visionary...
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9. Two Dictators Got Inducted Into the 69 Club...**
October 20 - After 40+ years of reigning over Libya with terror and bloodshed, Dictator Moammar Gadhafi was killed and put on display for his countrymen to see; he was 69 years old. After his death, Libya ended its seven-month civil war, and now faces the arduous task of rebuilding a nation without resorting back to the deplorable tactics used by the former leader.
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October 31 - On Halloween, Kim Kardashian filed for divorce from Kris Humphries after a [not-so] shocking, measly, seventy-two days. The cost of the extravagant nuptials was said to total somewhere aroun $10 to 30 million. Luckily [for Kim], the couple had a prenuptial agreement. KK plans to keep her engagement ring (to which she is entitled, if she chooses to reimburse Hump for the full purchase price), which is rumored to be valued at $2 million. The couple's split invigorated the rumor mill, inspiring people of all walks of life to debate whether the wedding was a desperate ploy for publicity, or KK and Hump were just married too quickly. Whatever the truth may be, it's pretty obvious that this union was doomed from the start. I guess Kris just couldn't Keep Up With the Kardashians.
10. We [Finally] Got the Hell Outta Dodge...
December 15 - After almost nine years, the United States formally declared the end of the War in Iraq. The war leaves us with many scars, both physical and mental. Almost 4,500 Americans lost their lives in the war effort, and about 30,000 were left wounded. About 4,000 troops remained in Iraq after the declaration, but they were expected to return home just in time to ring in the New Year with their loved ones. President Obama stated that the United States government plans to continue to provide economic and military help to Iraq in the days to come.
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...and there you have it, folks. That concludes my own personal account of the the top ten (and a half) key events of 2011. Hopefully you enjoyed my rundown (and hopefully you understand that I don't mean to trivialize any other events of 2011; these are just a few of the highlights). Again, Happy New Year! I leave you with well wishes for you and yours throughout the year of 2012 (and for many more to come if we get past that pesky Mayan calendar).
Peace and Love!
*Of course, I looked up fowl to determine whether or not I used it properly. What, you thought I wouldn't? I can't stand not knowing! ...and I did ... get it right, that is.
** Yeah, I made that up. You know, like the 27 club ... only much, much older. I can't honestly say in good conscience that an uncanny amount of fairly famous people have died at the age of 69 ... but who's to say it's not true? I just found it an odd coincidence that two crazy dictators died in 2011 at the ripe age of 69. Call it blogger's license.
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