tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-42364138454652267992024-03-14T02:24:08.663-07:00Not so Sex and the CityTiffanyMurphyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00851245777535057814noreply@blogger.comBlogger21125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4236413845465226799.post-74703661061577622052009-04-11T13:44:00.000-07:002009-04-11T14:49:40.927-07:00eggspecially pissed off!<span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);">Believe it or not I'm not a real "crowds" person. I guess it really depends on what the crowd is for really. Anyways, I went to the "Redmond egg hunting thingy" today down town in an effort to prep Joey for the Easter egg hunt that he's having tomorrow with his older cousin. I didn't want him to feel down if his 7 yr old cousin got more eggs than him. I wanted him to learn the generosity thing about giving someone an egg if they didn't have one. I wanted him to branch out and get the rush of feeling a little trampled on (like survival of the fittest etc. ) What I didn't realize was I think he was a little more prepared than I was !!!! Ha!<br /><br />We get there and there is a ton of people. The street was blocked off and they are dumping eggs in the street and parents are holding their 3-4 year old kids back. I was a little cautious about letting him go out there all by himself but a few of my "more experienced egg hunting mommies" said not to worry about it. The parents stay back so you can see your kid that way. "oh. okay" I thought. I didn't really get to prep Joey like I wanted to on what the egg thing would be like, but I figured he would do it and we would talk about it after wards and heal all wounds if necessary.<br />The man with the horn thing counted down from ten and Joey was smiling and kinda confused then he got to "1" and I said "go <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">JOey</span>, go get eggs!" he was getting trampled on (not by kids) but by adults! Adults filling the kids baskets with eggs etc. He was having a blast-I was <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">freakin</span> appalled! I put on a happy face and didn't act surprised when he only got two eggs. Its horrible when you watch your little one get trampled over by adults and he is happy as can be just to be apart of the action. He was so excited about his eggs and the candy that instead of me feeling <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">defensive</span> (and unforgivably pissed off at some parents) I embraced his joy and excitement with a crooked smile. <br /><br />In the car on the way to my <span style="font-style: italic;">well deserved caffeine fix at Starbucks.</span>... I thought about what its going to be like with him going to school sooner than later and me dealing with the other parents. What parent am I going to be. The "watch out the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">winy</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">biotch</span> mom is coming!" or the Sweet, gentle, "oh its okay that your son called my son that bad word" kind of mom. It would be easy for me to say that I will just "be myself" but sometimes, as a mom, it seems like its not good enough in this world. I mean, I would jump in front of a semi for my kids. <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">That's</span> the kind of blood I got <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">goin</span> in the veins on a daily, normal, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">layed</span> back basis. ha! I know u know what I'm talking about. <br /><br />So, here I am feeling helpless and hopeless about Joey's future. Lord, please protect my Joey and Ruthie. In this special time of Easter I know you remind me you loved us so much you gave us your Son so that we could be free and not worry about this stuff. You have a journey for Joey and Ruthie. It feels like I'm jumping off a cliff of trust. I guess thats a good place to be. Thankyou. <br /></span></span></span></span>TiffanyMurphyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00851245777535057814noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4236413845465226799.post-11836070732819138672009-03-12T10:07:00.000-07:002009-03-12T10:55:35.187-07:00misery and company<span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">For having a cold and having 2 sick children I'm doing pretty good. <br /><br />I woke up this fine and lovely morning with a really bad soar throat and a scratchy voice (I'm on day 3 of this bad cold thing). Joey, by my side in bed, asked for a cup. I gave him some water and then he wanted some more. I walked blindly to the kitchen and made my way there and back no problem. That was until about 10 minutes later when he was throwing up everywhere! He will be 4 in June and he has never thrown up before (because of sickness) I was in shock! He was in shock! It was all over our bed and floor. I carried him to the shower and he gagged a few times. I asked him if he felt bad and he said, "no" I put him on the couch and he was acting kinda normal. It was 5 in the morning and he was smiling. He looked pale. A mother knows when her baby is sick. He was sick. <br />He is such a stud. When it comes to getting hurt he rarely cry's. In fact, he started to let me kiss him when he gets hurt only because I LIKE to kiss him- not because he needs it. Sometimes I wish he was more cuddly and needy-but at the same time I admire his strength. He is kinda like a "guys guy"<br /><br /> I fell back asleep after I checked on the other sickly one who had not made a peep all night. "Is she alive?" I thought. I could tell Brian was thinking the same thing. She was sound asleep. Humidifiers are awesome!<br />Joey is now still asleep, Ruthie is asleep and I should be asleep! But, I can't sleep. I have to say one of my worst fears of parenthood was seeing one of my kids throw up. I realize now that I think i was so terrified of it because I'm scared every time I throw up. I didn't realize a child could react the way Joey did. He wasn't scared, embarrassed, or anything. I feel so lonely when I'm sick. I beg Brian to lay with me, I tell him I feel worthless and he just hugs me and gets me anything I could possibly need. He pleads with me to rest. I love the attention, but, that's how I am when I'm sick. When I was little if I was sick I was sent to my room and basically wasn't aloud to come out until I was feeling better or it was dinner. I had no t.v barely any attention. There were a lot of kids in the family so this was the way it had to be I guess. My mom was always worried about things spreading. I didn't like waking my mom up when she was sleeping (she was kinda scary when she woke up) so I would wake up Kev (my bro) and he would hold my hair back while I puked and then I would cry. Then he would put me in the shower, wash me off ,put my clothes on,tuck me in bed and sit there til I fell asleep. I hated missing school too. I would have rather been at school than be at home, sick. <br /><br />So, here I am with my own babies in 2009, and I have decided I will love them senseless when they are sick (whether they want it or not). Brian said he would go get ice cream and fruit pops and we will sit around and watch movies and I will kiss my kids as much as I can. I will make some popcorn and let Joey eat it anywhere he wants. I will bust out all the blankets and hopefully we can help one another get to feeling better.<br /><br /></span>TiffanyMurphyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00851245777535057814noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4236413845465226799.post-7714733103811204052009-03-09T11:20:00.000-07:002009-03-09T11:54:44.220-07:00freak nasty<span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);">The title really has nothing to do with what I'm about to talk about. But, do you remember when dancing was called "freak dancing?" When I was in high school if you were "freak dancing" you might be crossing the line. In other words people might see you as a little slutty. Teachers did in fact encourage the idea of having a balloon in between your partner and yourself. Did it work? not really :) annnnyywwwayys.....<br /><br />In an effort to pinch some pennies and figure out our so-called "perfect life plan" I have been mentally trying to figure out ways to cut corners without feeling totally deprived. Kind of a debt diet sort of thing. I would appreciate any of your easy tips. We have been on budgets out the waaazoo and we are on one right now yet again, but what makes it stick? Diets don't really work unless you are in a severe situation. How do you make it last? This is what I have learned in our process of figuring out money:<br />1. You have to be on the same page as your spouse, translation: relationship comes before dollar amounts<br />2. don't be extreme<br />3. planning meals and coupon clipping doesn't work for me<br />4. spending cash and no debit cards works for awhile, but it doesn't last forever<br />5. having a 3rd party look at your finances is awesome, it was a huge relief for us<br />6. forgetting about money when your pregnant helps, but it sucks when you face it again<br />7.prayer helps with all of the above<br />8. I don't like talking about finances with friends unless I know 100% I will not feel guilt-driven about it<br />9.giving is a good release<br />10. I sure like spending it on little gifts, cards, mail, myself, Christmas, b-days, Easter, Valentines, fathers day, mothers day, etc.<br /><br /><br />so-please-what are your words of wisdom?<br /><br />and if its the simple fact: don't spend more than you have, I'm sorry but you will have to go into serious detail on how this works for you. thanks!<br /><br /><br /></span></span>TiffanyMurphyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00851245777535057814noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4236413845465226799.post-70671653832209479812009-03-06T19:46:00.000-08:002009-03-06T20:42:11.209-08:00fitness malfunctionI can't explain myself completely today, not because I could be holding things back, well maybe so....anyways...<br /><br />I'm so <span style="font-weight: bold;">tired</span>. Thank goodness I can scrounge up some energy to work out, but I don't know where it comes from. IT does help when I take a shower before I work out to wake myself up and then take one after I work out to remind myself how good it feels to do it! I'm weird, but ya know? I'm glad.<br />On the subject of working out I go to a gym that is really close and very convenient to me casa. I love how I can run out the door late and still somehow not miss a second of a class. Since Ruthie, I have not been real obsessed with working out like I used to be, but I am desiring that feeling when you feel a little lighter on your feet and a little lighter on the scale if you know what I mean!<br /> Anyways, I have been running into some of my old friends there and one in particular was talking about this latest work out thing that's a sure fire to a bangin bod. The urge of desire krept up my spine. It suddenly stopped when my brain said, "face REALITY tiff"!<br /> My friend did look quite amazing not that she didn't before, honestly, but I know the feeling she has about wanting to reach that "perfect place." I knew we could <span style="font-style: italic;">really</span> relate when she said this: "yeah, it just puts you over the edge." "arrrrrrrrrrrrrrg."I thought.<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">There it was</span>. The phrase that I have never been able to put into words but yet haunts me from time to time. It basically means when you are a mom who is pretty in shape <span style="font-weight: bold;">BUT</span> you get to the place where you not only look like you haven't had children but you look like a perfectly muscular thin type who looks slightly on the "too thin" side (and thats a good thing, because you want people to notice). I don't know for sure thats what she meant of coarse, but I know for sure we were somewhere on that page together. <br />Well, luckily ( not luck really, Jesus helped me), I didn't stay on that mental page for too long. (It will come again though) It was sad for me to find out that the mental "perfect place" does exist amongst us and our peers. I don't think its just me and I wish it was. This means then that the idea that we look at each other and judge our fitness soley on the way we look does indeed exist .<br /><br />geez. that blows. <br />The old and wise remind me that having 2 kids is a workout, and to enjoy it because the reality is, I'm in the best shape of my life! hell yeah!TiffanyMurphyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00851245777535057814noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4236413845465226799.post-1990313462778342762009-03-01T15:16:00.000-08:002009-03-01T16:49:30.252-08:00I could be worth millions!<span style="font-weight: bold;">So, I was meeting with my new friend, Josh Jensen, (if you don't know him he is a very nice gentlemen who knows a lot about helping people financial plan etc.) something I really know nothing about. I was a little nervous meeting him but in my new quest to branch out I was pretty determined. We sat down to chat and we talked about this, that and the other when we got on the topic of me being a stay at home mom. He told me that some women he talks to sound a little held back or hesitant for saying they are stay at home moms. My first insecure thought was,"he was right!" the next insecure thought was, "Could he tell if I was hesitant for saying I was a stay at home mom?" He then proceeded to tell me that he read somewhere that if a stay at home mom got paid for what they did by the hour she would make 130,000 a year (and that's just with minimum wage (3 years ago!) ) "WOw!" I thought. "I'm doing a stand- up job!" "no wonder I'm effing exhausted!!" ha!</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">My blood started pumping and I started to feel a weight lift off my shoulders. </span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br />Needless to say, Josh really helped me with my finances that day!</span>!!<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Part of me feeling insecure about staying home is I don't think I feel the </span><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"></span><span style="font-weight: bold;">freedom to stay at home. We really need the money, but I'm also not willing to sacrifice my time with joey and ruthie for a full-time job. I just </span><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">can't</span><span style="font-weight: bold;"> do it. I can barely do a part time gig. I guess that's why I felt sweet relief when I heard the "number load down" for stay at home moms (from Josh) even though it's not real money :) I wish I felt the freedom to stay at home, but the question I ask myself is, "if we did have a lot of money would I still want to be a full-time home mom?" ..Yes. I agree. I'm complicated. </span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">It would have been nice to have a financial plan </span><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">before</span><span style="font-weight: bold;"> we had children and be responsible grown adults. But, on the flip side, with us wanting more children it was good that I started a little earlier even if it meant starting when we, literally, had no insurance.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">to be continued....</span> <br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"> </span>TiffanyMurphyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00851245777535057814noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4236413845465226799.post-82423364536993602342009-02-20T19:10:00.000-08:002009-02-20T19:35:13.132-08:00black finger nail polishI have to say when i wear black -purplish nail polish I feel like I'm the hip mom that I dream to be, and do believe I accomplish from time to time. bad ass jewelry helps :) anyways, that's just a side note of what I'm about to talk about---if I knew what I was going to talk about.<br /><br />Today I was impressed by my kiddos and myself. I didn't sleep a wink really last night cause I stayed up looking at etsy which then lead me to thinking too much. Which then caused anxiety, which carried to my early morning, which then lead me to my car in a not perfect outfit with my hair in a not perfect ponytail with my not perfect caffeine fix...u get the picture. I got to coffee clatter (my networking attempt) and was suddenly overwhelmed by 194 people. geez. It was like stepping into college for the first time. I was welcomed, and people did LOVE my jewlery-but still awkward. It was like a private club or something. I have decided that once a week I'm going to make myself really uncomfortable in some way. Today marked the start--and let me tell you I tried to talk myself out of it. Brian helped but he wasn't my complete motivation. I told myself I could smoke a clove and have a chai tea starbucks after if I did it...thats what realllllly helped :) To be honest with myself, I was praying today and I told God that I just wanted to be in His steps, I'm just taking the next step-but I know I will be guided, I trust Him-man, to be in heaven right now.<br />I was opened to a world of a lot of interesting people today, my heart beats fast as I type this....<br />When I was there I met some really cool people, so cool that I was actually looking forward to more convo the next week.<br />my kids are so the coolest--I can be biast its my blog! They were needing me extra today. They weren't in cry mode or anything-they just were enthralled with everything I was doing. I love looking at them. I love looking at them when they are together in my lap. I wonder what the next one will be like? geeezoofreakin flip!TiffanyMurphyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00851245777535057814noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4236413845465226799.post-11118882997129350372009-02-17T12:31:00.000-08:002009-02-17T12:42:26.287-08:00brain chain<span style="font-weight: bold;">cozy sleep, no sleep, kevs wedding, tears, laugh, talk a lot, drink a lot, no voice, jewelry, distance, depressing thoughts, holding moments, valentines, cupcakes, cute kids, cute outifts, bad hair, good hair, Prayers, longing, curious thought, best friend, sisters, brothers, Redmond, Texas, babies, baby weight, WW, church, serving, jobs, cleaning, laundry, Gain, massage, silly, dirty diapers, nursing, sweet smile, take a shower or two, Coldplay, clove, driving, reading, empty the dishwasher, throw things away, school, trains,snow, relax, anxiety, guilt, happy,energy, netflix, flat tire, bills, overdue bills, brians ear phones, etsy, texting, grocery shopping, sourdough english muffins, movie, no good movie, smelly garage, joeys hair, joeys smile, ruthies slobber, juice plus, orange juice, work out soon, time for myself, time with my family, a surprise at our front door, cuddle,yell, sarcastic, annoyed, deep breath, chiropracter, good deals,<br />oh man I have to go---<br /></span>TiffanyMurphyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00851245777535057814noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4236413845465226799.post-18159054801028529412009-02-06T20:15:00.000-08:002009-02-06T20:42:36.603-08:00a day of many..Today I woke up tired as usual, wanting more sleep. My husband started talking about college. I suddenly didn't need caffeine! He talked about what he wanted, to pursue to be exact.<br />I want my Brian to happy, its one of my deepest desires. (And has been since I learned that midlife crisis really does exist!) I think he might be one step closer to job fulfillment. Its funny, when you both talk about wanting more children suddenly everything falls in place.<br />Brian is my one. He drives me nuts. Even when I yell at him, curse, manipulate, he knows me and is quick to forgive.<br /><br />Back on subject. For once in our marriage we have goals. The pessimist in me says something disastrous is going to happen, like someone will die or something before we get what we want. I guess that doesn't matter. We have each other. I think I'm feeling emotional tonight. So be it.TiffanyMurphyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00851245777535057814noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4236413845465226799.post-49821442514792584272009-02-04T14:37:00.000-08:002009-02-04T16:13:21.735-08:00refrain from "Motherwise"<span style="font-weight: bold;">I'm glad I didn't talk about "<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Motherwise</span>" yesterday. This entry might have looked a little different. With the f- bomb here and there and cussing out a midwife wouldn't have looked very lady like. BUT, don't hold me to it. I'm just starting. :)<br /><br />The other day Brian and I were priding ourselves on how we hadn't received another bill from "<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Motherwise</span>" (for those of you who don't know, this is the birth center we were going to have Ruthie in.) We decided Nicole,(the midwife from <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Motherwise</span>) had finally realized she was full of crap and decided to back off from us cause she realized she was not right, and that she was a liar, and that she was wrong for billing us in the first place after what had happened. Ha! No such luck.....<br />Yesterday morning with a skip in my step and a smile on my face I opened the mailbox to find a single letter. I saw my name handwritten on it and thought "oh, I must have gotten something cool" ........NOT!!........ there it was, the M0<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">therwise</span> label. My heart sank to the ground and lower if it could have! I saw that we owed $500. My heart started racing. I ran to the house swung open the door and slowly walked to Brian. He was especially chipper, I didn't want to ruin it too fast. I gave it to him reluctantly. He opened it. He didn't look it in the face but he was pretty upset. He looked away and I saw his eyes going back and forth. Well, he was moving too damn slow for me. I immediately started making calls, yelling, and basically my day was shot.<br /><br />After a long day of research it wasn't until 10 pm that I talked to a friend who works for a collections agency who said there was no doubt in her mind that we would be sent to collections if we didn't pay, and that if we took it to small claims we would end up owing more. It was then that it hit me.......I might have to face a decision that we made when we hired her in the first place and pay the bill along with it of coarse.<br /><br />After all the face slapping that I did to Nicole in my head it still wasn't satisfying what I knew deep down. Nicole was Nicole. She was always bad news. I just didn't know it. Lately, I have heard so many horrible things about that place I'm terrified. If I had done my research I would have figured it out before. I went to her when I was 38 weeks pregnant. I believed and trusted everything about her. I was so stuck on this "perfect birth thing" that<span style="font-style: italic;"> nothing was going to get in<span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"> my way..</span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" ><span>After a very short night sleep, I acknowledge that I made a poor choice. We were ultimately saved from that decision and I'm thankful, so incredibly thankful, teary-eyed thankful. Not only that, we did have a perfect birth....in the perfect hospital... with the perfect Dr.... with a perfect Douala as well.<br />Brian and I plan on writing Nicole a letter and telling her <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">appropriately</span> how we feel about what happened and why we felt like she was putting us in serious danger. We will report her too. We will make sure we tell anyone and everyone who thinks they should birth there to "run like hell away"!!<br />I <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">forgive</span> Nicole for what she did but I know I can't change her. I can only hope that she might someday see what she did, like I did hiring her in the first place.</span></span><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></span></span></span>TiffanyMurphyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00851245777535057814noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4236413845465226799.post-71664258287812091352009-01-29T21:23:00.000-08:002009-01-29T22:29:27.512-08:00confessions of a party loverI believe God created me to love people, love music, love dancing,love cocktails, and especially love all of these combined.<br />Today, when I was in my car, I was blasting.. (no kids in the car, I can go deaf right?) "Lady Ga Ga" she says in her song, "Just dance! everything will be okay" I was lovin it! It got me thinking of the wild crazy girl that is apart of me. <br /> In highschool I always found it thrilling to go cliff jumping, clubbing, and anything borderline dangerous. I wouldn't say I always "struggled spiritually" as some really thought, but I explored things. My thoughts, my personal boundaries, what did God want with me? etc. Some people thought I was a typical "party girl", but the funny thing was I balled my eyes out the first time I made out with a guy. How "off track" was I? People are stupid. Yes, I am too at times....(sarcastic tone)<br /> College came along and I had to sign a "spiritual contract" saying that I would not smoke, drink, etc. when I was there. It was the only college I wanted to go to (okay. I admit, the only one I got into actually!) I went along with it for like, 2 months, and then I didn't stick to it. My parents tought me something different, so I felt like I was on a balance beam of rights and wrongs. I didn't do those things all the time, but there were times I believed it was okay. MY bf and I would smoke when we felt like we were "too righteous", I would smoke "Black and milds" (gross I know) with my best guy friend driving home so we would stay awake for 5 hours. I drank when I was home with my family. My brother was studying to be a bartender at one point, I was supportive and tried like, all of his drinks!! I was pretty gone-but if you know my family that was one of the greatest, most fun times ever! The look on my dads face when he saw me smoking a cigarette and pretty gone, hanging out with my brother Kev, and me saying "Dad! you aren't supposed to see me like this!!" and then laughing, is one of the moments of my life I will never forget. My other brother, Brian, and I first bonded when he took me to his college and got me drunk for the first time. It is really funny and awkward looking back. But, 10 years later we still laugh about it. I wouldn't take it back. I dunno, God is good, God is so cool.<br /> Now, me as a mom. I am crazy at times. My b-friend dared me to go to "Claires", in Bend ,(that kids boutique who has jewelry and ear pearcings) and ask them if they do nipple pearcings. It was easy for me. We laughed so hard. Man, I miss her~ ha ha ...we have done some crazy things, way beyond crazy!! and God gave her to me to experience those crazy things----cause he KNOWs me. She was born Oct 9, my same b-day. Her husband, Ryan, has the same b-day as Brian, May 22. In college, we were one. I could cry thinking about being apart. I have cried so much about it, I think I have somewhat accepted it. I dunno. I trust God has a plan.<br /> Brian said when we were dating that when I was the age of "32" I would still be the most sexiest, most fun woman alive. I didn't believe him when I was 21, but now I'm wondering if he will be right~TiffanyMurphyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00851245777535057814noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4236413845465226799.post-84713526199425861762009-01-27T20:24:00.000-08:002009-01-27T21:36:33.278-08:00late night special....<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLpjsu2KMHqHDkUwDEgtk-o6yLqHNW3-AqghkQxnQ4XpuO03imn8jAa0DZgGUefrOaFamRoYRzSkSDFtzpbxnkoOl7yki5Al-6jmASnUL5jOHW7h7W666GdVNyClYbQhSKHfidq2w5AOF2/s1600-h/IMG_0023.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLpjsu2KMHqHDkUwDEgtk-o6yLqHNW3-AqghkQxnQ4XpuO03imn8jAa0DZgGUefrOaFamRoYRzSkSDFtzpbxnkoOl7yki5Al-6jmASnUL5jOHW7h7W666GdVNyClYbQhSKHfidq2w5AOF2/s320/IMG_0023.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296196735041823426" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">I figured I would post a little picture on tonight's topic, Joey. The reason for the bath photo is to let you know that Joey no longer sees bubbles as bubbles. He likes the bubbles to be snow. He loves talking about it. He often pretends hes in winter wonderland. We are totally all about it until we hear gushes of water pouring all over the floor which often ends with the usual "Joey I told you water stays in the tub GEEEEZ- oh -FLIIIIPPP!!" I have noticed nothing has changed with this occurrence, only our voices getting louder and deeper each time. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Anyways, we all love bathroom humor right? Well, actually I'm not getting into that. I'm actually getting into the bedroom..............not what you might be thinking though. ha!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Towards the end of my pregnancy Joey would often come to sleep in our bed in the wee hours of the morning. I let it slide. I am very protective of Joey's emotions and I wanted him to feel comfortable with the transition. Brian agreed. I thought Jo was like a cute dog. They often know when a mother is about to give birth. I dunno really, it just felt ok. Well, I was right...... I think. After Ruthie he didn't come to our room. In fact he slept in a lot too.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">That was until about 2 weeks ago. Just when I thought we were "smooth sailing".... there he is every night standing there sucking on his stinky blankie in his mouth waiting for me to realize his helpless presence. I suddenly feel him there. Half asleep, I swing him over between Brian and I, tuck him in and hope I fall back asleep before #2 wakes up. It sounds so sweet and cute now, but even as I type this my neck hurts and I try and pop it like, every 5 minutes or something. You see, Joey is the worst person to sleep with . What 3 1/2 yr old isn't right? He kicks me. He does this mouth thing that could wake up just about anyone including my dad who could out snore just about anyone! I grabbed his leg the other night and held it firm and I said, "Joey QUIT kicking me!!!" It was then I realized, we have a problem. Brian and I hug the very edge of the bed and I usually try and share a pillow with Joey, and here is Joey, in his version of sleep heaven and by the way what in the world are we putting up with? </span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">I'm "proactively" trying to figure out a game plan now, but your advice would help. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Do you realize I spent 150$ on a perfectly adorable fire truck bed for jo that I love so much I actually was considering spray painting it pink and making it ruthies someday? I mean, I would have great sleep in his bed! It even has this built in night light thing. It is the perfect bed. When my mom came to visit she stuffed her little body in it and took a snoozer. That is a funny mental pic. Anyways, the night is upon me, wish me luck!</span>TiffanyMurphyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00851245777535057814noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4236413845465226799.post-20009483730225302772009-01-26T19:23:00.000-08:002009-01-26T19:57:06.503-08:00Manolo and MeOne thing I love about the "Carrie Bradshaw" character from my fav show, "Sex and the City", is her obsession with very expensive shoes. The fact that she loves designer shoes and lives pay check to pay check comforts me in my own weaknesses. (ps. I should note, the writers base the show on real women and their own experiences) My weakness isn't designer shoes like, 450$ Manolo's, but I have my weaknesses for sure. Uggs for example. I begged Brian for a pair of Uggs this Christmas. He generously made this happen for me. I was so thrilled!! Upon recieving them I loved them so much I begged him for another pair. "But , Brian, I will sell things on Craigs list and Ebay I promise!" I don't always have to ask Brian for purchases, but the ones I feel guilty, shameful about I ask. I know this could look like pure manipulation, well, it is actually. I'm working on it. Brian has a quiet soul with me, and usually my intentions grow pure somewhere down the road. Most of the time when I don't realize it. So, while I'm in transition, I will love my Uggs, try and live content with what I have, and sell things like I promised.<br /><br /> BTW, today I saw "Marley and Me". I loved it. I cried, and laughed all by myself in the theater. awesome :)TiffanyMurphyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00851245777535057814noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4236413845465226799.post-57638310898156242152009-01-24T11:09:00.000-08:002009-01-24T11:58:34.618-08:00Mind Barf. Thats kinda gross.<span style="font-weight: bold;">I have lots on my mind and I can't seem to pick what I want to talk about.<br /> uuuhhhhhh, Okay, I want to remember this story, so I will go with something that will make me smile. As some of you know Brian works late at tmobile. He usually gets home by 10 and while he is wired I'm usually on the verge of passing out wherever I have landed myself in our house that evening. After he eats he usually follows me to our bedroom and starts rubbing my feet (I have to brag, he has done this since I was pregnant with Joey. He is quite good at it too!) I try and listen to his day with out passing out--but this particular night for some reason I was willing to have a long convo. We started talking, kinda being playful, and then we started talking about who out of his friends I would be a good match for , and who out of my friends he would be a good match for. While, it took him forever to find someone for ME, it was quite easy for me to figure someone out for HIM. I didn't realize I was that annoyed by our conversation until I named that person and he said, "Yeah, I could have married "blank" if I hadn't married you" Our playful conversation went to crap. I was like "geez Brian, what happened to the <span style="font-style: italic;">romantic idea</span> that I was <span style="font-style: italic;">the one</span>" ? He tried to reason with me. He said something like,<br />" Tiff, c'mon, thats not fair, blah blah blah" Honestly, I lost myself in my head way before that. My eyes felt like they had 20 p0und weights on them. I was soooo tired. I was a little hurt I think, but whatever, we are married, God wanted it, goodnight.<br /><br />I made a rule when I was pregnant, no talking to me passed 9 pm. Clearly, I need to come up with a new rule. No "spouse matching talk" late at night or something like that. haha<br /> Marriage is funny, and God has a sense of humor. I don't think I could survive this earth without humor.<br /><br /></span>TiffanyMurphyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00851245777535057814noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4236413845465226799.post-42328879685110450392009-01-20T21:03:00.000-08:002009-01-20T21:33:54.691-08:00wine buzz gone..<span style="font-weight: bold;">Tonight Brian and I were shooting for a night somewhat alone. With wine in hand, and a movie in the works we were so close. In more ways than one I might add! Joey with a cold and Ruthie joining him it was stupid for trying-or was it? I have been getting used to two children, In fact I would have said we were done with transition. But, moments like this remind me not to get ahead of myself. <br /><br />Ruthie will be 4 months January 30th. wow~ time is flying, but sometimes it feels like I have had her forever. With the subject of "body image" I was reading an article from my favorite website ever today,(the shape of a mother.com, you guys know I'm totally hooked on it) but a very smart woman mentioned something that really stood out to me. She explains:</span><br /><p>"So, I’m watching my son, and I’m marveling at his benchmarks and growth spurts and chubby cheeks and laughter and at some point, I ask myself, “If you are so happy for this rapid change, growth and transformation in your son, then why aren’t you celebrating your own as well?” Deep. I mean, here we are, new mothers holding babies on our hips that grew inside us feeling bad about stretchmarks and cellulite. Stupid, isn’t it?</p> <p>But shoot, we don’t know any better. We get tricked into believing that having a baby is a thing you “bounce back” from. We don’t understand it as a fundamental transformation, but rather as some sort of “situation” that we will return to “normal” after.</p> I mean, men probably have a better understanding of what women’s post-pregnancy bodies look like than we do!"<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br />Is it possible? Our <span style="font-style: italic;">men</span> really do see what is real and beautiful and we are the ones that don't? I can't tell you how many times I have told Brian that he doesn't get it with the body thing and that "I should have the weight off by now" or "Quit telling me I'm beautiful!" etc.<br />geez--my body created a human for crying out loud!! What the hell do I expect? and why do I dwell on this? deep breath :)<br /><br />so anyways, maybe my buzz <span style="font-style: italic;">isn't </span>completely gone ,,,,<br /><br /></span>TiffanyMurphyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00851245777535057814noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4236413845465226799.post-71549558071519596712009-01-19T19:47:00.001-08:002009-01-19T20:15:54.503-08:00hormone haven<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1mjfsFHTIVo8WzvRDqRPoFf8MjD6h9gdIeRfYso03j6M_GqycygpElTZk6wHUMWoZpRykuF0z9SvGz012HsIOlCXu9v8k7v2q0pCk4tYMN0NN_FUuIVdJnmVHOrU7Yidcc4txle0cWKbt/s1600-h/IMG_4502.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1mjfsFHTIVo8WzvRDqRPoFf8MjD6h9gdIeRfYso03j6M_GqycygpElTZk6wHUMWoZpRykuF0z9SvGz012HsIOlCXu9v8k7v2q0pCk4tYMN0NN_FUuIVdJnmVHOrU7Yidcc4txle0cWKbt/s320/IMG_4502.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293218797020990162" border="0" /></a>I saw this picture today as I was cruising through my computer. When I saw it I thought about what the "Last Days" were like. Not only do I not look like me, I know exactly what I was thinking when Brian took that pic.,,,it was "how do I pull off me looking good right now in any possible way?" what is so funny is that I was really really trying to smile. Ruthie at this point was 13 days late. Man, I was so out of it and in a different world. Do you see that skeleton onezie attatched to my tank top? That was my desperate attempt at a laugh, and I had to cover my tank top cause my tummy wasn't totally covered.<br />That day I went to watch the cowboys game at a bar. Only I didn't make it to the bar right away cause Brian and I were in a fight. When we parked the car I got out, I took the keys and thru them on the concrete sidewalk in downtown Bend. Thank God I didn't hit the people that were sitting out side by a table enjoying there meal! They looked at me weird, but I didn't care. I ignored Brian and sort of "trotted" to a place to escape from him, a place that would be far away. I finally got to that metal guy in down town bend , (you know that guy who sits on the bench with the birds on his hat, that statue thing?) so I was there thinking about how much I hurt physically and how stupid I was for kinda trying to run my way there, but I was pissed and I wasn't going back! Until, that is, I became hungry. Hahah!!~<br />I walked back, saw Brian walking towards me and I started crying. He practically pushed me back to the bar cause I really couldn't walk that well. I don't think we ever resolved our fight, but we didn't care, I think we were just glad that we found each other and that we still had our keys. We went in "Sidelines" and had a pretty good time--<br /></div>TiffanyMurphyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00851245777535057814noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4236413845465226799.post-43459998454054587042009-01-17T18:32:00.000-08:002009-01-17T19:13:04.055-08:00love and laundryToday I was reminded of how much I love my house. I have told people that we will probably live here until we are 40 or so-- so we better like it! haha<br />I love the fact that the other day when I was in our kitchen I ran into my husband and spilled my water everywhere. We just looked at each other and laughed. I love that my house isn't too big for me to clean. Our laundry can't build up or it will get too cluttery (that's not a word but who cares)I love when its morning and I'm getting things done on the computer, Brian comes in and checks on whats going on that day and while we are having our discussion I look over and see Ruthies head popping up from her crib looking at us. I love that we have a hockey table taking up half of our 2 car garage that we don't put the cars in (did I mention we don't really use the hockey table)?. I love that toys are slowly taking over our living room area. I love that it makes Joey's day when I say he can take a nap in "mommy and daddy's" bed. I have noticed that both kids love the commotion of an active house. They sleep with doors open. I love when I'm tripping over Brian and Joey when they are wrestling and balls are flying everywhere. (which I don't really like balls in the house but sometimes I have to roll my eyes and say, "whatever") Like the other day when I was sitting on the couch minding my own when a small green ball hit me on the side of my head. I love that when Brian called me into the laundry room there was our fat black cat chillin out in our wet clothes in our washing machine.<br /><br />The other day Brian and I were talking about how sad it would be to move out of this house. <br />you know? its probably not so much the house we would miss, probably the memories we are creating in it. The house we play, laugh, fight, cry, pray, eat, love, clean, etc. in.TiffanyMurphyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00851245777535057814noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4236413845465226799.post-24899339946954660542009-01-16T20:15:00.000-08:002009-01-16T20:17:06.392-08:00<object width="420" height="312" ><param name="movie" value="http://www.scrapblog.com/viewer/viewer_v2_embed.swf?scrapblogId=1327325&showShareButton=true&showShareInitially=true&showOnlyShare=false&partnerId=1" /></param><embed src="http://www.scrapblog.com/viewer/viewer_v2_embed.swf?scrapblogId=1327325&showShareButton=true&showShareInitially=true&showOnlyShare=false&partnerId=1" width="420" height="312"></embed></object>TiffanyMurphyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00851245777535057814noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4236413845465226799.post-73512715776302430452009-01-16T19:31:00.000-08:002009-01-16T19:47:44.128-08:00princess brat - thats a polite choice of words......<span style="font-family: courier new;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">I was at the most popular walmart in Redmond today,,,,ha,,,,(the only walmart--and Joey, ruthie, and I were chillin down the aisle when I see this really cute blonde little girl who was about 5 maybe 6 yrs old. She had this adorable princess costume on. I stop my cart and I said, "Oh my gosh you're princess outfit is soo cute!) she then looked at me, stuck out her tongue and said "mmmwwwhhaaaa!!" and had a sassy mean look on her face. Her mother watched the whole thing and then said, "honey, don't do that" in a kinda I don't really care that my child just did that voice. I was in total shock. did that child really just do that! ???<br /> I walked away and thought, "have we lost our parental minds"!!!!??? I know I'm not a perfect mom, and kids do that stuff. But, my feelings were actually hurt. maybe the hormones are still floating around--I think the mom should have said sorry to me. Should I have approached her? What would our kids be like if we would let things like that subside?<br /><br />On a cuter note, Joey is so into saying "THanks" after every tiny little thing. I almost thought it was getting slightly annoying--but now I am so proud and thankful!<br /></span></span>TiffanyMurphyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00851245777535057814noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4236413845465226799.post-36688844548195343092009-01-15T21:39:00.000-08:002009-01-15T21:54:23.437-08:00Think sexy thoughtsToday has been a weird off day for me, I look in the mirror and I see a red spot on my face, some of you might say this is a zit, but no people, its dry skin. You are thinking,,,who cares? well, I went to my glasses place to get them adjusted and I purposely caught a glance of my red spot face and then my entire body. No, I did not care about the person who probably saw me looking at myself behind the mirror. I remember thinking to myself,,,"what the hell happened to you Tiffany" what a bad thought ,but I had it....yuck! I'm so proud and thankful I can carry babies, I wish it could be known in society that during and after baby, you <span style="font-weight: bold;">are</span> the sexiest woman alive. I'm changing this on my own....I have to, I have Ruthie now. She is one that will someday say, man mom, you are the sexiest woman I know. Thats not weird. Confidence is sexy. I'm not going to say my husbands thoughts on all this, but what makes a woman sexy is def. herself-TiffanyMurphyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00851245777535057814noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4236413845465226799.post-13540975214192782302009-01-14T20:42:00.000-08:002009-01-14T20:48:11.394-08:00My valentine tu tu, or Ruthies<span style="font-family: courier new;">I had fun today making a Tu Tu with a friend. I started to wonder, am I myself around my friends, or do I try really hard to be. I dunno,hopefully i have some time to figure that out. another thought I had,,,I have no time to think!<br /></span>TiffanyMurphyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00851245777535057814noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4236413845465226799.post-22927127160497175612009-01-13T15:26:00.000-08:002009-01-13T16:12:37.338-08:00My virgin of blogging..<span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:courier new;"><span style="font-family: courier new;"> I'm not going to pretend to be a sex columnist don't worry! Those of you who know me know that I have a secret fascination with "Carrie Bradshaw" from Sex and the City. Maybe its because my former name is "Shaw" maybe its because she has the life we all wonder about but know doesn't exist, or does it? hummm..<br /> Well, the purpose of me "blogging" is very simple. I have a group of friends out there who do this on a regular basis. They seem to love it and they get "things out" this way. I don't really journal anymore because someone I care about read it (no it wasn't Brian)and ever since then its been really hard for me to journal. I'm so afraid of my thoughts being exposed I might has well expose them, right? well, maybe not ALLLL my thoughts, but its a start to <span style="font-weight: bold;">some</span> personal thoughts with some theme on the side.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></span></span></span></span>TiffanyMurphyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00851245777535057814noreply@blogger.com0