Post 94: photo post

it's been awhile since i've posted pictures of EJ on here. she's changed so much!

here's a little update on the most adorable little girl on the planet.

1. instead of crawling she rolls all over the floor. it's really funny actually.
2. she loves Gerbers Puffs. her favourite's are Strawberry Apple, Sweet Potato and Banana.
3. she has one tooth, on the bottom.
4. she can walk if you hold her arms.
5. she has the cutest laugh ever! her whole body laughs.
6. she can saw "Mama" and "Dada" and every now and then "Oh". it's really cute.
7. she has a lot more hair now, it's hard to see in pictures but it's there!
8. she waves, sometimes.

here are some new pics (in order: sitting in her high chair at breakfast, Christmas Morning playing with the drum she got, On the beach in FL at Christmas, in the rental car in FL, in her stroller shopping in Miami, in the pool at the hotel in Napels, sitting on the couch at Oma and Opa's ready to go out for dinner):

Post 83: Movin' Up & Movin' Out

There's a 96.4% chance I will be moving out within the next 2-3 months!

My friend/Co-worker (we will call her Little Miss Chatterbox, or LMC for short) lives in a studio by herself and really wants a bigger place and a roomie so we've decided to get a place together!

I'm oober excited, living at home is fine but I'm way too old to be living with the 'rents still.

I need to be on my own.

Wish us luck that we find a good apt in our price range!

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I'm also super excited about Thanksgiving! Turkey and all the fixin's! Mmmmm!

Gobble, Gobble!

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I really want to go on a fun road trip with my friends, the kind we used to go on in college. Where we'd decide to go somewhere on Friday after classes. We'd throw some clothes in the car and head out on a mini adventure/vaca. I miss those days.

Post 79: I'm a Proud Tante!

EJ is sitting up on her own now!

I remember when she was a newborn, all floppy and tiny.

I can't believe this is the same baby!

I'm a proud Tante indeed!

Post 77: Moving Out?!

So Babe texted me last night:

"Jess if we got an apartment and i commuted could we get it between like Marysville and Capital i want to live with you lol :("

Of course I'd love to live with her! She's one of my closest friends and it'd be so much fun. However, my job doesn't pay nearly as much as I thought it would BUT I'd have until Mid-Summer to save AND I get a Christmas bonus PLUS a raise in January.

So I'm hoping we can find one cheap enough that is halfway between her college and my work.

Wish us luck that we can actually do it! I'm oober excited!

Me & Babe

Babe, Me & Ace

Post 75: Before I was a "Good Girl"...

This is a true story...before I became a "good girl".

It was my junior year in college and three of my friends (K-Ten, KL and CS) and I were at a club. I was slightly intoxicated (not falling over drunk but also not using my best judgement). Some older guy (prob mid to late 30's)comes over to our table and starts talking to us:

Pool Guy: [looking around the table] "Hey ladies, how ya'll doing tonight?"
Us: (almost in unison) "Fine, just talking and having a drink."
Pool Guy: "Well I came over to ask if you pretty ladies would like to go play some pool with my buddies and I!"
K-Ten, KL & CS: "No thanks, our boyfriends just went up to the bar and will be back soon. Thanks though." [they all turn to me and wait for my answer, aka lie]
Me: [to Pool Guy] (not catching on to the very obvious lie, since we were all single) "Hey wait! I don't have a boyfriend! I love pool! I'll play with you!"
Pool Guy: "Awesome! [pointing] We're over there. Come on over, we'll wait for you to start the game."

Pool Guy walks off and I start to stand up, excited about "playing pool". I look over at my friends who are all looking at me as if I were the dumbest girl in the world (which I am when I'm drunk).

KL: "What the hell is wrong with you! Why did you tell that guy you didn't have a boyfriend?"
Me: [confused] "Because I don't...anymore if you don't remember! (i had just broken up with Mr. Almost Fiance that summer) Why what's the big deal? He just wants to play pool!"
CS: [laughing at my stupidity no doubt] "By "playing pool" he means playing with you!"
KL & K-Ten: "hahahahahahaha!"
Me: [dumbfounded] "Seriously? No. He's over there by the pool tables [i point to where they are standing] with his buddies waiting for us to play with them!"
CS: [shaking her head] "No darling, they want to get you drunk, uhm, well more drunk than you already are and f*** you!"
Me: [shocked] "oh! really? he wants to f*** me?! cool! i mean not cool because i wouldn't f*** him but cool because he wants to f*** me!" [i look over at Pool Guy, smile and wave]
CS: [grabbing my arm] "Oh my lord. lets get out of here."

That ladies and gentlemen, is why I never drink unless I have my very protective and trustworthy friends with me!

When I drink my brain shuts off and my body takes over. If it weren't for my trusty friends I could've ended up in his bed, along with many other beds I'm sure. Eeeek!

I also have another funny drunk story to share...about how I was so wasted I puked in a litter box because I couldn't find the bathroom...I'll save that one for later.

My 21st Birthday - August 15, 2005 (slightly intoxicated after consuming 2 margaritas)

Post 74: Photos I Found

These photos were taken in 1986. Daddy-O was a young lad of 28, Mum was 24 (my current age! holy cow!), Big Brother was 5 and I was 2. Check out Mum's sweet Reebocks (2nd photo...Oh the 80's).

Do I still look the same?

These photos are from my old camera I just found:

Look at how little she was! She's growing up too fast!

Post 73: German Village & Tricia's Visit

I'm in love with German Village. I would move there in a heartbeat (if I had $600,000 to spend on a house!).

Boo Obama!

T-Dawg & Me at Schmidt's

Boo Bear & Big Brother (he just lost 100lbs!)

Post 67: The Scariest Day of My Life

My day started with a phone call from Big Brother asking me if I could come over and help him with EJ. He was not feeling well and needed to relax.

So I get to his house around 10:30am and I start playing with EJ while Big Brother tells me he is going to go take a bath (he hasn't taken a bath in over 10 years). So he grabs the space heater and heads to the bathroom.

15 minutes later I hear a crash come from the kitchen (their bathroom is off the kitchen). I figure BB must've just tripped on something and that was all. A few moments later I happen to peak around the corner (I'm sitting on the floor trying to get EJ to roll over) and see him lying half under the dining room table wearing only a pair of boxerbriefs. I thought maybe he dropped something or he was playing with Bruno (his Boxer)

I called his name and asked him what he was doing.

He didn't respond.

So I got up with EJ and walked over to him. He was lying on his side shaking and sweating.

I asked him if he was okay to see if he was conscious. He said he couldn't breathe.

So I put EJ in her exosaucer and got onto the floor. He grabbed my hand and wouldn't let go. He kept mumbling and gasping for air.

Finally I heard him say "call Laura!" (his wife). So I got up and called Laura. At this point I'm beginning to panick slightly (I'm really good at keeping my cool under pressure, so I learned today). All I told her was "Dan is on the floor and he says he can't breathe. I need you to come home! I don't know what to do.

I hung up and got back down on the floor. He started reaching for my hand again. He grabbed it and he was still saying "I can't breathe!". He was beginning to slur his words.

I told him to roll onto his back so he could breathe easier. Then his hands and toes started to cramp up and turn white. The colour in the tips of his fingers was gone and he was still sweating and struggling to breathe.

Then he said "CALL 911!".

I called and told the dispatcher what was happening.

Me: "Hi I need an ambulance at _____________. My older brother passed out and he says he can't breathe and his arms and legs are really tingly"
Dispatcher: "Okay, so is he awake now?"
Me: "Yea he's awake and he isn't breathing very well. He's struggling for air and he says his hands and feet are really numb and tingly"
Dispatcher: "Okay, how old is your brother and is he on any medication?"
Me: "Uh, he's 27 and no he's not on any medication. He's really healthy and hasn't had any health problems ever."
Dispatcher: "Okay, ma'am I'll send somebody out right now. What's your name?"
Me: "Jessica, thank you"
Dispatcher: "No problem"

Not even 20 seconds later I hear sirens. I put my hand on his chest and it feels like his heart is going to beat out of his chest. I begin crying a little at this point. My whole body is trembling and my voice is shaking. He asks me to run to the bathroom and get his sweats. I put on his pants for him and get back on the floor. I keep my hand on his bare chest to feel his heart and my other hand is holding his cramped up hand.

Then the fire department shows up and they start hooking him up to machines and checking his heart rate.

Laura arrives and is in tears which then causes me to tear up again. I tell her it's okay, that he's okay.

They tell him to start breathing slower and to take deep breaths. They check his heart rate and it's 158 (normal is 80 - 120). They get him to start breathing normal and his hands and toes start moving again.

They sit him up and tell him he probably just overheated because he was in a hot room, in a hot bath with no ventilation.

He's okay now. But damn, scariest day of my life. I thought he was having a seizure or something.

It's amazing how something like this really shows you how much you love someone. I couldn't imagine my life without my Big Brother. As much as we argue and how he sometimes frustrates the crap out of me! I love him to pieces and he's an amazing husband and dad. Oh and did I mention he's lost 100lbs in the last year (the EMT's said that had nothing to do with him passing out)! Talk about motivation!

I love you Big Brother! Don't you ever fecking scare me like that again! I don't know what I'd do without you!

Dan (4) & Me (1) - Oct 1985

Me (almost 3) & Dan (almost 5) - Early Summer 1987

(In Australia) Dan (8) & Me (5) - Winter 1989

Dan & Emma right after she came home from the hospital Cute Little Family: Dan (he looks like a thug), Laura & Emma (4 months) - August 2008
Daddy's Little Girl: Dan & Emma (5months) - Sept 2008

Post 63: Mr. So Wrong

So as I was going through my photo albums on my computer I came across these photos of Mr. So Wrong and I.

I thought I'd share before I deleted them.

Ugh.

He was kinda cute...I'll give him that much...and he was an amazing kisser...and an amazing...

And we did have fun together.

Okay I'm done.

He still disgusts me though. Bleh.

I don't have regrets, at least I don't like to call them that.

But if I had to choose one thing in my life that I am ashamed of, he is that thing. I am ashamed because I dated a guy that I knew wasn't a good guy to date, I did things with him that I wish I hadn't done (that I will one day maybe have to tell Mr. Incredible about or some other guy), I lied to my parents about so many things (bad lies not just little petty white lies - I friggin' lied for him!), he knows things about me that I wish he didn't know (painful secrets that I told him because I felt safe and comfortable with him - at the time)...I could go on (if you would like to know details you can email me, if you so wish).

I guess I should've known better than to date a guy who was into drugs...what the hell was I thinking???!!!!

I feel so retarded when I think of how much he brainwashed me. How easily convinced I was.

I'm a smart girl, especially when it comes to guys. I always have been.

But with him it was like he had me under a spell. I believed every word that came out of his mouth.

When he told me he didn't do drugs anymore, that he was turning his life around...lies, all lies!

And I fell prey to them. Such a bloody fool I was.

Bloody hell.

I like to tell myself that every girl, regardless of how smart they are with men are allowed at least one "what the hell was I bloody thinking" relationship.

He was mine.

Never again.

Never ever, ever.

I promise.

Post 58: Circleville Pumpkin Show Photos

(I stole these photos from LaJa)

EJ wearing her fuzzy boots

NY Giants Fan (LaJa and I went to High School with #57)

In her PJ's

Daddy-O & Big Brother eating Fish n' Chips
Boo Bear & Babe (wouldn't they make a cute couple?)
Babe & LaJa
EJ & LaJa
Boo Bear & Babe again

EJ & Babe
Me, Babe & LaJa
Big Brother & LaJa
Me & Babe

Me & EJ

(I took these photos)

EJ in the car

EJ & LaJa
EJ talking to her Daddy (Big Brother) Cute Face
EJ & Daddy-O chillin'