Thanksgiving

The littlest Turkey
Originally uploaded by nonobaddao.

This is part of a set of photos that I uploaded to flickr, just click through and you can see more.

In case you were wondering, Elliott's super cute outfit, given to her by cousin Rach-o, says "I'm a little Turkey" on the front, and "Gobble, Gobble" on the butt. Now tell me, is there anything else cuter than that? I think not...

-over and out for this night-

I am on just this side...

... of a very fine line.

I am sorry, dear Internet. I had all these grand plans of spending time and updating to you while we were laying around and eating tons of Turkey this fine Thanksgiving weekend. I thought that with all the wonderful wine being supplied by KatoChanel I would be witty and entertaining and share with you all the interesting, charming and glorious things that have been taking place since I moved to this new big city. I thought that with my youngest sister (Pooh-ba-bubbinchinski, there... it's coined) and her boy-toy (you know we love you Crunchy) available to sit with Elliott long enough for me to sneak away that I would do indeed that. But instead we shopped, sat around, and in general just watched Elliott all together for whatever fun new thing she was going to do next. Well, that and laughed at me as I got puked on. And I mean seriously. It was in my hair, on my face, down my back, and all AFTER I had showered. Awesome. We had a great time, but that left me little time for you, sweet internet.

And now, as I finally have the time to sit here and think, I am on just this side of a very fine line. Witty is not coming to mind, and I can't get the damn photos that I wanted to share from this weekend to upload to this piece-of-shit-dell, what else is new. Anyway, here is where the disclaimer is for this post...
DISCLAIMER: I need to rant for a few, and this is where I feel comfortable now, like it or not, since I threw my diary away in the 8th grade. It may not be too funny this time, but I need it, so stop reading now if you don't want to be let down. For those of you who are too curious to quit, do not say i did not warn you. . .

So, I have lived in Chicago now for 1 month and 4 days. We still made the right choice, but I was underestimating how overwhelming it is moving to a new city. I think in the past 5 years the bleak, hard and overwhelming feelings I had that 1st year in LA started to go all soft around the edges. Living here is going to be great, once I can remember to get from here to there without getting lost.

Some days are more tiring than others, and today was one of the more draining. Elliott is amazing, and each day she grows more aware and more like a little person. But it is none the less consuming and tiring engaging her every day. I miss having those moments of just getting out for a little while without worrying about the amount of crap that I have to bring with me or if she is going to need fed while I am out. I miss going out at night. I miss hanging out somewhere other than my apartment. Its not bad, but I am just being honest. Its a lot to take in all at once. And since Fer is playing open mics and shows now, Its all the more realization of all the time I spend here with her. But, on the brighter side, i have a night out on the town planned this coming weekend... I am going dancing. Word.

Being closer to family is indeed a blessing, but with Christmas quickly approaching, there is a weight pressing down. Not having gone home in 5 years for a holiday has given us a freedom that most people do not get to experience. Now I am feeling as though those 2,000 miles we just moved to be closer is viewed as still not close enough, but there is really nothing more that I can do.

And finally, illness is an ugly beast. Both of my Grandmothers have been ill as of late, one a little worse than the other. I love them both, and I only hope they are on the mend as soon as possible. If you pray, maybe give a small shout out to whomever it is you feel is lookin out on both their behalfs. Thanks.

In Other News:

Tivo is the best invention ever. I have not missed an episode of scrubs, gilmore, OR General Hospital since I got it, and I am SO IN LOVE. However, if someone could just fill me in on what happend to Sam's baby and how Carly & Sonny are getting divorced AGAIN this month I would be eternally grateful.

Thanks for listening internet, I feel a lot better. Maybe I will try and tackle those photos again.

-over and out-

Morning comes too soon

Morning comes too soon
Originally uploaded by nonobaddao.

I have to stop getting on the computer so late at night because mornings are coming around a little too early for my liking. Elliott has this internal clock that goes off every morning at almost the excat same time. I know I am lucky, because she used to wake up at 5:59am every morning, but for some reason in the past week we've moved to the 6:59 time slot. I love this new time because its not too early for Fer and he has been jumping out of bet to grab her up and change her diaper before bringing this smiling, cooing child to me for her morning feeding. Its glorious.

Yesterday Rach-o took me to get my haircut at Art + Science. Its been over 1 full year since i had even had a trim. I had quite a few inches taken off, and I love it. It feels so much better. Fer tells me i am sporting a Joan Jett vibe now though and I am not sure if that's good or bad. Maybe this weekend we'll take a pict and you all can be the judge. ;-)

In Other News:

Happy Birthday this weekend to "Our Wayne" (is it father-in-law? Step-father-in-law? it's all so confusing) on 11/21. . .
And Happy Birthday tomorrow (11/20) to Mr. Akron. We can't wait to see you and thank you again in person for keeping us all safe. ;-)

-over and out-

Magic!

Magic!
Originally uploaded by nonobaddao.

Yes yes, I have finally done it. Thanks to the help of Sleestacks before we even left on our magical adventure, I have uploaded my first photo to this site. Some of you may have already seen it since Big Daddy Fer is all aglow about sending out photos of our wee little one, but here it is anyway because, lets face it, she is too freaking cute. Amen.

Amazing. Elliott must know that I am talking about her and she wants to be part of the party because I can hear her little cough/cry that she does when she is waking up for a nightcap. Here I come oh wee wittle one. And I promise, I will really update this thing tomorrow.

-over and out-

Too tired to type...

It's midnight and after watching my 2 favorite shows (gilmore and scrubs) and wading through what felt like a million emails since I moved out of LA, I am too tired to type a complete and enjoyable post. but, what is most important here is that I AM BACK IN FULL INTERNET EFFECT. I have the new eminem cd, my dish and tivo will be installed on Friday, and I have FULL internet access again. DLS line and Mozilla firefox, I love you.

I have become the Darth Vader of Geekdom. And in only 4 short months. Amazing. Sleestacks, I hope you are happy.

In other news:

Look for more fabulous posts from yours truly coming soon, I have a plentitude to draw from these short midwestern days.

-over and out-

Just for the poop of it.

The long and tedious unpacking process is almost taken care of. Thank the sweet baby. Or I should say thank THE sweet baby, to distingusih from OUR sweet baby. Our sweet baby with the cradle cap (read: baby dandruff) that Fer likes to refer to as the cradle cabbage. Awesome. I am sad about the flakyness that is upon us, but at the same time, I must admit that being a "picker" by nature, its a dream. I get to run a comb over her head every day and watch in glee as the flakyness departs. I am the song I sing incessently to Ellie: "Monkey monkey monkey, you're a little monkey!" Apparrently momma is a monkey!

And so for the poop of it... The long, ongoing debate on if I should give ellie some formula to help her through her tough feeding days is over. Everything has changed from here on in. KatoChanel, its true, the poop DOES stink more when formula has been added. its takes a day or so to kick in, but when it does, woah man, look out. I am getting over my depression at having a child that is not soley breastfed. I know, there are worse things you say, and its not like I am stopping breastfeeding... just suplimenting.

Elliott acted like I was trying to posion her with the first 2 ounces of formula... she was NOT having it. But, like the good, trusting baby that she is, eventually she caved and drank it. And that, my friends, is when I felt like I was posioning her and broke down and cried. But I am over it now. The few feedings that have been added to her day of breastmilk have already started to make her a happier baby. And that, is the most important thing. Amen.

In Other News:

Its been almost 3 weeks and nary a viewing of general hospital. I am afriad that Ellie will not know all our friends when we begin viewing again! Damn the SBC Dish personnel for not keeping to thier time schedule and bringing us all 7 channels of HBO on time. Asshats! Sleestacks, hang on to your hat. . . I am getting TiVO!!!!!!!!!!!

-over and out-

I like pie...

Man oh man, in true Sunday family dinner style Chet and Debbie had us (fer, me and little bean) over for dinner. Complete with multi-berry pie a'la mode. And you KNOW how I love my a'la mode. I have been thinking for a few days that I need to cut back on the sweets since KatoChanel came over to the new pad and in her most motherly of tones barked, "You NEED to stop eating sugar. You KNOW its not good for Elliott." Well, in a perfect world I WOULD stop eating sugar, but you see, I LOVE it, and everything in moderation is fine. For christs sake, I don't smoke anymore... leave me the sugar! LMAO. And Ellie told me today, she loves the sugar too and she wants her Momma to be Happy, so, sugar it is. Besides, if it was soooo bad, god would have made pie the forbidden fruit, not some mealey apple.

So, thanks J&D for the good food, company, and most importantly, the pie.

In Other News:

Unpacking and moving in has been going GREAT. Seriously. My family wins the MVP award for coming over almost every day and helping us unpack and set things up. And they even ask me where I want things to go rather than just putting it all away! (if you kow my family, then you know that this is an amazing thing)

I love this new city and I feel totally at home here. This morning we got lightly bundled up, walked to the lake from our place and enjoyed the sunny crisp fall day. Even Ellie was all... "MOM, I LOVE this new beautiful place with all the colors and the clean air! Thank you for bringing me here."

PS: Yin-dy, Seriously, you will love it here. I suggest you start packing in advance so that it does not creep up on you when its time to relocate. Grandy, if only you could see what I see. I miss you.

-over and out-

"Are you gonna cry now crybaby?

Come on crybaby, Cry Cry!"

That's how I feel this morning. Like little Ralphie when he gets pelted in the face with that monster snowball by the evil Scott Farcus. His glasses fly off in front of the whole class and he is humiliated, angry and ready to let shit fly. I want to cry. . . or kick somone's ass... or drink a fifth of single malt and drown all my sorrows for this ass-backwards, un-united states of america. What the hell are people thinking? I guess its my fault though. I set myself up for this. I have been around enough parts of this great (as in large) country of ours to know that there are too many breeding religious right wings, nutjobs and overall dumbasses who don't take the time to really weigh what it is that they are voting for. I could go on forever about my sorrow about all this, but I won't. It will get me nowhere. I have a smiling and happy baby to attend to, who is too young to know how this will make things different, but I hope for her sake that all is not lost in these next 4 long years. . .

In Other News:

We are almost into the new house. Our stuff was unloaded from the truck yesterday, and we have electricity, gas, water and a phone. All thats left is unpacking and getting cable.
It will feel good to have a home again after over a week of living from a suitcase.

-over and out-