The tag; Haley-O got me again! I swear, she sends every tag my way because she knows I’ll do it. It’s a musical tag so I like it. I like it a lot.

This is the deal:

Instructions: “List seven songs you are into right now. No matter what they are. They must be songs you are presently enjoying. Post these instructions in your MySpace / Blogger / Wordpad / Squarespace (or whatever it is you use) along with your seven songs. Then tag seven other people to see what they’re listening to. Include your sender as a non-tag.”

1. Old Apartment - Barenaked Ladies (here) It’s old, I know, but I’ve been listening to it, yo!

2. Welcome to the Black Parade - My Chemical Romance (here)

3. This Ain’t a Scene - Fall Out Boy (here)

4. I Wanna Love You - Akon ft. Snoop Dogg (here)

5. Sweet Escape - Gwen Stefani (here)

6. Lips of an Angel - Hinder (here)

7. Chasing Cars - Snow Patrol (here)

I tag Mia (because I know she’d lauv it) and Slacker Mom (cuz she might actually do it.) I (sadly) don’t have seven people to tag because most of the people in my bloglines are stalked don’t know I exist.

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Now, my crisis.It’s been exactly 1 month and 3 days since Carter’s move to the toddler room. The transition for the infant room I assumed would have been easier then the initial Holy shit, mom’s leaving me alone at daycare all day stage when he first started.

But I was wrong.

He did wonderfully when the infant room teacher brought him over to the toddler room during the transition period; when it came to me physically dropping him off in that classroom he freaked. Everyday he cries. Wails actually. Bloody murder. Like I’ve unsuspectingly sold him to Brangelina’s ever growing brute of adopted children. He reaches for me and attempts to claw his way out of the arms of his wonderfully patient teacher.
I say good bye quickly and tell him I will be back.

Then turn away from him, and walk away.

I walk away from my screaming baby.

Every.

Single.

Morning.

For 1 month and 3 days and counting. *sigh*

Since the first day in this new room he’s become even more attached to his blanket and soother. I’ve decided that it’s not a battle I want to fight right now. If they make him feel more comfortable, then I will leave them with him. (He does relinquish them to the teachers soon after I’ve gone.) But I have begun to wonder where I may have failed along the way. What (if anything) did I do to encourage this behaviour? What can I do to encourage him to accept being dropped off in the morning?
He’s fine minutes after I’ve left, but it’s HARD to start every single day like this. Emotionally draining - to the extreme.

Any ideas? Encouragement? Anything?

I’ve always been one to try and stay within my comfort zone. I rarely step out to meet the world with a clear vision, and an open mind; I very much stick to what I know. It keeps me relaxed, complacent and stress free.
My boss is the type of personality that insists on challenging people to get outside that box and try something that one may not be typically very comfortable with, or very good at. That’s why I am doing this. I’m not particularly uncomfortable with the writing part; it’s the public speaking that makes me want to crap my pants.

As of late I have found myself slowly moving to the outer realm of that zone. I have been trying some new things; food, activities and blog designing being pretty much the bulk of it and I’d say I am pretty happy with my progress to date.

Until today.

I decided to make the leap to Wordpress. I’ve bought my domain, hosting and set up the basic template, etc. I fixed all my settings and got everything together and that is where things get hairy. I then messed up my FTP somehow and now I’m in the midst of resetting everything after about 2.5hours of working on it. So aggravating!
I want to work on getting one of my templates in Wordpress as well, I just don’t know quite where to start and it’s pissing me off. Have I ever mentioned that I have little to no patience? I want this just to be done and get blogging there.

I’ll be around for a while at Blogger, until I get my act together… so don’t rush to change any bookmarks or anything, this could take a while.

It’s been one of those weeks; you know the one. Where you feel even though you’ve tried to make yourself noticed, you’re a complete wall flower. Where every good deed has gone unnoticed and you’ve shrunk into the background of your own life.

I started blogging for myself; having a captive audience is not what keeps me blogging or got me started in the first place. Even though it’s great to hear from people I have to realize that, like myself, life does get in the way of reading and commenting… but it’s hard to avoid the thoughts of;
“Do people like me?”
“Am I funny?”
“Is anyone even reading this shit?”

I often feel self conscientious; sometimes more then warranted. My body image is slightly askew since I often torment myself with thoughts of a model-like appearance; which just ain’t possible girls. Not with my figure. I have a larger frame which I used to refer to as one of a football player - wide shoulders, and I’ve had a child. I know that’s no excuse for not exercising regularly, but it helps me cope, alright?
I have been blessed with the a muffin top and a flabby belly leaving much to be desired. Nothing will likely cure that except surgery which is somewhere I am not willing to go at this point since more children are likely.

Even though I am more or less outgoing and have a few close friends, days go by where I find myself feeling lonely; and those days are long and hard when I get like this. I find it difficult to break free from the looming thoughts of not being good enough, and I care entirely too much about what people think.
My ass is fat. My stomach’s fat. I need a makeover. I want new clothes. *sigh* It’s a never ending circle of self torment which makes it hard for me to legitimize getting my ass out of sweatpants many days.

So, to revive my spirit and make myself feel a little less frumpy I’ve made myself a hair appointment; the works. Highlights and lowlights, cut and style… should be a small fortune that I don’t really have at this point, but it’s justifiable really. I need to feel pretty again.

*breaking into song* Man, I feeeelll like a woooman!

Thank you for a fantabulous Ultimate Blog Party! I hope you had as much fun as I did!

We will now return to regularly scheduled programming.

Hi friends!

Well, our Ultimate Blog Party is underway and I haven’t been that great a hostess. I failed a proper introduction, so here it is.

*waves* If you’re a regular reader (ha!) you know that I am very rarely ever serious. I am sarcastic and a little crass. It’s my charm really. Guys dig it. I swear. When you can burp just as loud as them, there’s love in the air. It’s the fairmones I tell ya!

I am a mama to a very rambunctious 18 month old little boy, Carter (or Capitan Poopypants) and wife to Mike, who I affectionately call Manchild when I am mad at him. I work full time in the construction industry, which is a very time consuming career. Since returning back to work after my maternity leave I have had to re-learn my job by prioritizing what really matters, and that’s now my family.

I have been blogging just short of a year now, but am absolutely loving it. I have been loving it so much that it has progressed into creating a website and designing templates for Blogger (more platforms to come in the near future). I have also just become a new contributor to mommyblogstoronto (with none other then Her Bad Mother and friends), I’m so new that my introduction post is just hot off the email and just arrived to them! I can’t wait to get started!

So, there’s a bit about me!