One Word Wednesday: Look, Ma! No hands!

I’ve been focused so much lately on all the awesome things that Mini-Me has been learning, but today I want to revert back to the olden days of my blog and talk about myself for a minute. Believe it or not, I can do some cool things too.

Back in February, I made this post and then subsequently, this post. If you aren’t into clicking on links, the first one is all about how I was going to take an aerial yoga class and the second one was detailing my adventure in said class and celebrating the fact that I didn’t fall and break my face. Since then I’ve been going every week. I love it and eventually after I finally get around to getting my 200hr certification (fingers crossed for next year!), I’d like to get separately certified to teach aerial as well.

One of my best blogfriends, the fabulous and lovely Ms. McGriddle Pants, went to a class as well – we don’t live in the same city so we can’t go together which gives me a case of the mega-sads – and she talked about her experience here with more clicky links. I was a little green over the fact that her teacher let her take photos at the end. Not like mine wouldn’t, but I didn’t want to be the person saying “Hey, room full of random strangers…can I get one of you random strangers to take a picture of me pretending to be awesome so I can put it on my blog?”

I’m real sure that would make me all the friends.

Well the other day there was some sort of confusion resulting in us not having a teacher for the night and class was canceled. Rather than be ragingly pissed off, I took advantage of the situation and ended up hanging (heh) at the studio for a bit and doing my own thing. A couple other people were there too and I finally got up the courage to be a weirdo and ask someone to take a picture for me. Which leads me to the word of the day which is:

Boss
Pronunciation: /bôs/
Function: It can be a noun or a verb, but for the sake of this post it’s an adjective.
Definition: Cool; awesome.
See also: “Salt is cocky”.

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Like a boss.

I am suspended about a couple feet off the floor. It looks a little bit like I’m balancing on my elbow, but I’m not. I don’t even think that would be humanly possible. It would be pretty boss if it was though.

I’m glad I overcame my fear of being weird and had someone take this for me. It’s nice to see that this pose looks as neat as it feels when I do it. And if that person does think I’m weird, who cares. I got a cool picture.

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My Real Mom Story at What To Expect!

It has been quite a while since I’ve done one of these, so imagine my surprise when I was contacted recently by What to Expect to be a guest blogger for their super cool Word of Mom series. To say that I was flattered would be a huge understatement. What to Expect When You’re Expecting is pretty much the top pregnancy book around and was my go-to while I was baking a B. They have all sorts of variations on that book as well, such as What to Expect in the Second Year, which I should probably buy ASAP because I need all the help I can get.

I was generously allowed to pick whatever topic I wanted and the obvious choice was to discuss the power of the Internet and the friendships that I’ve made online over the past couple years in my journey to become a parent. Expanding your family can be really hard on your existing “real life” relationships and I consider myself very lucky to have found a network of other moms from all around the world who understand the path that my life is on right now. I don’t know what I would do without them.

So without further ado:

My Best Mom Friends Came From the Internet

I hope you like it. I’m pretty happy with how it came out. :)

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I swear.

Not nearly as much as I used to though.

Because now I have a (nearly) 14-month old who amazes me every day with the new information she absorbs and the last thing I need is for her to be absorbing the *colorful* language I was always known to use when stuck behind someone going 10 in a 30 with their turn signal on. “FUDGE!” and “GOSH!” and “GEEZ LOUISE!” have become necessary substitutes in my vocabulary. They roll off my tongue pretty easily in frustrating situations when she’s around, and for that I’m thankful because while I thought I had things pretty well under control, I learned recently that I am actually a pressure cooker of obscenities just waiting to burst.

A couple weeks ago I met a friend out on a Friday night for a quick drink or three. I can’t remember the exact conversation (see: “or three”), but there I was sipping my wine and going off about something when suddenly I realized that I had dropped the f-bomb no less than 7 times in the span of like 2 sentences. It was horrifying even by my standards. The floodgates had opened and all the vulgarity I had bottled up over the past couple weeks came rushing out and I was powerless to stop it. I couldn’t even use the wine as an excuse yet because I had only had about half a glass at that point. I’m not especially ladylike by any means, but it was bad enough that I could feel my face getting red with embarrassment. Thank goodness it was dim in there.

Luckily, friend was very sympathetic to the fact that I sounded like a deranged sailor. She is also a parent and I guess this sort of thing happens sometimes? At least it has happened to both of us.

Oh and speaking of swearing, I also swear that I’ll try to be better about blogging. Little Miss has been doing SO MANY new things lately and I haven’t been very good about writing them down. And I’ve missed my blogfriends. It’s nice to be back!

I swear.

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