Two Months Old

Quinn turned two months old yesterday and we had her 2 month checkup this morning.  She had 3 shots and one oral at this appointment and was none too pleased with it either.  I think she did better than the two kids next door to our doctors room considering they screamed bloody murder for a good 10-15 minutes.

Weight: 10 pounds, 4 ounces, 25th percentile.
Length: 21 3/4 inches, 20th percentile.
Head: 40 1/2, 97th percentile.

She's still a little peanut.
I think she's going through a grow spurt because she has nothing but sleep the last couple of days.  I'm not going to complain because when she's not sleeping, she's the funnest, sweetest, easy-going little girl.

I only have 3 more weeks of maternity leave and it makes me so sad.  I'm looking forward to work, just not leaving Quinn.

Will I Regret This?

I'm all about working out these days.  Typically, I can be caught in my living room, working along with a Jillian Michael's DVD of some sort. 

Since variety is the spice of life and I'm getting a little bored with my workout regimen, I'm trying this today...

Call me crazy!

I think the leg lifts are going to kill me.
If you don't hear from me again, it's because I literally died while doing this or I'm so stiff, that my fingers won't operate.

Happy Fitness Friday Friends,

Book Club Friday: Bossypants

It's Friday and I'm participating in my first Book Club Friday.  I don't typically participate in a lot of link ups but this one really caught my eye since I'm always reading something (and I have nothing else to blog about).

Right now, I'm reading Bossypants by Tina Fey.

Before Liz Lemon, before "Weekend Update," before "Sarah Palin," Tina Fey was just a young girl with a dream: a recurring stress dream that she was being chased through a local airport by her middle-school gym teacher. She also had a dream that one day she would be a comedian on TV.
She has seen both these dreams come true.
At last, Tina Fey's story can be told. From her youthful days as a vicious nerd to her tour of duty on Saturday Night Live; from her passionately halfhearted pursuit of physical beauty to her life as a mother eating things off the floor; from her one-sided college romance to her nearly fatal honeymoon — from the beginning of this paragraph to this final sentence.
Tina Fey reveals all, and proves what we've all suspected: you're no one until someone calls you bossy.

I'm only 100 pages into it but it's as funny as I expected it to be.  It's Tina Fey after all.  As of right now, my favorite chapters are "Climbing Old Rag Mountain" and "My Honeymoon, or A Supposedly Fun Thing I'll Never Do Again Either".  It's an easy read and she calls people assholes which is always fun.  If you want a good laugh and you love the humor that is Tina Fey, pick this one up.

My Favorite Season - Mingle

Linking up with Meg for a belated Mingle Monday.  This is my first time linking up with her.  Join the party!

Mingle 240

My favorite season without a doubt is summer.  What is there not to love about this season?  Cookouts, baseball, warm weather, tank tops, short shorts, tan skin, swimming, Summer Shandy, Fourth of July, fairs, slow-pitch softball, outdoor concerts...I could go on and on.  But my very favorite part of summer is celebrating my birthday!

Hubby and I, usually on my birthday, have a competition between the two of us to see who is a better mini-golfer.  We always go at least once a summer, although, I could go more often.  I usually keep up with him the first 9 holes and then have a terrible hole where I get a quadruple bogey or worse and end up losing to him.  The same can be said for this year.  One time I'll just wait!

I've been enjoying all the time I've had off this summer even though I don't actually think I've gotten much done besides take care of my newborn but nevertheless, I love summer!

Tunes To Love On A Tuesday

Miranda Lambert - Baggage Claim

Jay-Z & Kanye West - Otis

Rascal Flatts & Natasha Bedingfield - Easy

DJ Khaled - All I Do Is Win

Pistol Annie's - Hell On Heels

On another note, we're having Homemade Tendy's and sweet corn for dinner...yum-o!
Happy Tuesday!

Okay, I'll Admit It...

I'm sort of, kind of, really into Jersey Shore this season.  I don't know what it is about those Guido's but maybe it's because they're in Italy and maybe because their shenanigans are pretty funny but I feel the need to DVR it every week. 

I used to make fun of people who were obsessed with this show because they would hold conversations on Facebook that appeared they were BFF's with these people.  "Oh my god, can you believe how Go Go Ron Juice treated Sweetheart Sammie?" Blah, blah, blah GTL.  The best was when they quoted every one-liner from the show as their status.  Gag me.

I'll admit that I did watch the first and second seasons when they played 256 different times every week, probably for the lack of other trash television being played at the same time, but I wasn't obsessed.  The third season came around and it wasn't anything but drama and screaming so I stopped watching. 

Now they're in Italy and I'm obsessed.  I fully plan on tuning in weekly to catch up on their latest shenanigans, pretend that I'm tan, have a East coast accent and partake in t-shirt time even if I don't have a long john.

I told myself I wouldn't but I am.  Am I alone here?  What are your favorite shows you're slightly embarrassed to admit to watching?


Cabs are here,

We're just like you...only prettier.

We had a very full weekend this past one.  I was excited because I thought it involved zero slow-pitch husbands first love and my used to be love.

I love my husband dearly but I'm over having to pack up all of our shit, load in a car and drive to the nearest ballpark in 100 degree weather and watch hubby play softball.   

Friday night we packed up our shit and headed out west to take in a minor league baseball game.  What you say?  Why am I complaining about slow-pitch softball when the first free weekend we have, we chose to go to a baseball game?  Well, that one's easy. 

1.  We got free tickets compliments of our local co-op and then were "upgraded" compliments of my sister who happens to work for this baseball team.
2.  We both love baseball.
3.  Hubby is there to help/haul around the kiddo while the game is played.
4.  I get to drink some beers.

 Girl works hard for her money.

 Mommy and mini-me.

 Family pic.

Daddy & Quinn.

Saturday, my friend Rachel, her husband Ryan and their new pup Cooper came to visit so we had a little get together which consisted of grilling out, drinking some beers, making smores and me spending the majority of the time in my house dealing with a baby that wouldn't calm down (she ended up being sick but that's another story).

Rachie and Quinn


Cooper and his proud mama.

Yes, that's a shop light on a tree may be a redneck.

Sunday I got my first night of going out where hubby stayed home with the sick baby.  He was all like let's get a babysitter so I can play softball (see...even weekends that have no softball really do have softball and you're husband ends up being asked and play) and you can enjoy your girls night out.  That shit didn't fly. 

Anywho, I went out with the girls to MIRANDA LAMBERT! and hubby stayed home with Quinn.  I fully enjoyed myself, probably a little too much while my two friends tweeted Blake Shelton all night about how sexy Miranda is with her uber muscular thighs.  Seriously though, she makes you feel like you don't have to be a skinny bitch to be hot!  Ladies, muscle is sexy.  Sticks and bones is not, Leann Rimes. 

Then we made fun of rent-a-cop, commented on a man enjoying a pickle on a stick and partook in other fun shenanigans.  I must do this again.

 Collectively, we had one country outfit.

 Melissa and her pistol Ann's?

 Pretty girls! 


As Toby Keith would say, get drunk and be somebody,

Getting to know me, one letter at a time

A. area code: This makes me think of Luda...I've got hoes in different area codes only he didn't include 563.

B. bed size: purchase ever!

C. chore you hate: dusting and cleaning the bathroom.

D. dog's name:  we don't have one at our house because we live in town but we have a dog named Annie who stays at hubby's parents house.

E. essential "start of the day":  Mountain Dew or Mandarin Orange Spark

F.  favorite color:  royal blue, it was our wedding color.

G. gold or silver:  depends on what I'm wearing.  My wedding ring is silver.

H.  height: 5'1

I.  instruments you play:  I couldn't play an instrument to save my life. 

J.  job:  Queen/boss of my household but normally I'm an auditor for a Fortune 500 company (doesn't that sound important?!).

K.  kids: one little nugget named Quinn who is 5 weeks old.

L.  living arrangements: ranch style house with my hot husband and cute kiddo.

M.  mom's name: Cindy Lou...holler mom!

N.  nickname: I have so many...tiny, little bug, Ray Ray, small fry, bitch...kidding.

O.  overnight hospital stay: just to give birth.

P.  pet peeve:  Again, there are so many...whistling, bad drivers, people who don't wait their turn

Q.  quote from movie:  "And we were dressed head to toe in love...the only label that never goes out of style" ~ Carrie Bradshaw, Sex and the City

"Would you please put some pants on?  I feel weird having to ask you twice." ~ Phil Wenneck, The Hangover

R.  righty or lefty:  righty

S.  siblings:  1 sister and 3 brothers.  I am the middle child.

T.  time you wake up: 6ish when I have to actually go to work.  Now that I'm maternity leave I wake whenever the baby needs fed and then I'm up for the day around 10.

U.  underwear: what are these?  Only kidding, I wear underwear daily, I swear.

V.  vegetables you dislike: peas

W.  ways or reasons you are late: I hit snooze all the time because apparently 5 more minutes of sleep will make me even more refreshed for the day?

X.  x-rays: teeth, arm and ankle that I can remember or think of.

Y.  yummy food you make:  everything I make usually turns out yummy but I make a killer tenderloin and quesadillas.

Z.  zoo animals you like:  elephants, giraffes and hippos basically anything you would find on a safari.  Quinn has a safari theme in her room.