Rock On Mommy Theresa

I’m moving my personal blog to www.mylifeastaz.com.  It’s a work in progress, so bear with me and visit the new site!  See ya there.

Ok, let me start out by saying this is pretty much a “poor me” post.  I don’t do many of these, wait… or do I?

Ok my Valentines weekend started off perfect!  I met up with a bunch of amazing girls on Friday and you can read about that here.  I came home, crawled into bed and fell right to sleep.

The next morning I woke up about an hour before everyone else.   Still on a high from the night before I chatted with a few of the San Diego ladies on Twitter, worked on a post, and watched a little TV.

The family eventually started to wake up.  I opened my mouth to say Good Morning, but nothing but this horrible crackling sound came out! I cleared my throat and tried again.  Still nothing but the same horrible crackling sound came out.  DANG IT!  I’ve lost my voice for the 1st time in my life!  The worst part is, I always dreamed that if did lose my voice I’d have this sexy raspy sound.  NO!!!  IT’S A GROSS CRACKLY VOICE! NOTHING SEXY ABOUT IT!

I mean, come on! How much worse could my Holiday weekend get?  Well…

1. My husband murdered my HP all in one printer.  Ok, if put on trail he might get off on manslaughter, but whatever, it’s dead!  I will be investigating his claims!

2.I had to go to dinner with his new employee and his super cute wife.  ARGH! I can’t talk!  It was not only embarrassing for me, but I’m sure they were super uncomfortable asking me “What?” every 2 minutes.

3.My husband has slept in the guest room the last 3 nights because of my snoring.  DUDE?  HAVE YOU HEARD YOURSELF? YOU’RE NO QUIET BABY.

4. This morning I woke up with an EARACHE! Seriously? I’m an adult!  What’s up with me getting an earache. My husbands response, Sorry, I’m going surfing. Come on!

5. While he’s gone I take an ibuprofen, get cleaned up and put together his and L’s Valentine presents.  I got L cute little girly Valentines stickers, candy and so forth.  I got my dear husband strawberry marshmallows (I’m making rice crispy treats with them) and a massage package where he gets one massage every month for the next year.  He really liked it!  I got… 1/2 a breakfast burrito that I had to split with L!  Dude? Really? No bling? No candy? No Dinner Plans? Not even a card?

So here I sit on Valentines Day, not being able to talk with my PHP and MySQL text book in front of me, prepared to spend my day studying and feeling sorry for myself.   Boo on Valentines Day 2010.

What an amazing month January has been.  First Sundance (which I promise to organize all my photos and do a post soon) and then came the highlight for me… Trapeze Class.

I can’t believe less than 8 hours ago I was flying through the air on a trapeze in Del Mar.  Now I’m stuck in the Charlotte airport, because of snow after flying through the air on a  red eye.

I plan on doing another post on Circus Fund for Rock On Mommies main site, but I’m on such a high from the experience that I wanted to write a quick blog post.

I never imagined I’d have the opportunity to swing on a real trapeze.  So when I got an email from Groupon with the coupon to take the class, I jumped!  Apparently so did a bunch of other San Diego Moms, so  we decided to make it a group thing and we had the best time!

First I strongly recommend that if you have the opportunity to take a trapeze class, do it! Second, don’t do it alone! Do it with a buch of friends who will cheer you on and laugh with you.  Knowing they were down there made it so much easier to take make that jump of the platform.

Taking that initial step is  a lot like any other first step into an adventure.  Well, except this one we were 3 stories up with just a net and a couple ropes.    It wasn’t easy to put all your faith into a bunch of people you didn’t know, even if they are professionals.  I was terrified! I knew I was safe, I knew I wasn’t going to crash to the ground, but I just couldn’t get that fear out of my head.  I’m not sure what made me jump, my adrenalin or not wanted to embarrass myself in front of 15 other women, and my husband.  I ended up taking the jump twice, but I didn’t do the back flip!  I’m so annoyed with myself for not doing the back flip!  I must go back! I must complete the back flip!  From the moment I left that building I’ve been thinking about going back.  I think I even dreamed about it for the 2 whole hours I slept on that plane.   I’m going back!  I may even run away with the circus if they’ll have me.

I know that I already published a post today, but I could not wait until next Wednesday to post this.  Lil L playing Tony Hawks  Wii Ride!  Not bad for a 3 year old!

So almost a year ago I installed a wall mounted ironing board in my living room.  I know that I’ve already posted about this, but I a ton of you weren’t reading my blog last year.  So I thought, lets post it again.  Besides, I’m super proud of myself!!!

Even if I were to give my dear husband a ”Honey Do List”, it wouldn’t get done until he was good and ready to do it.   My husband is definitely one of “It’ll get done when I want to do it” kind guys.  I don’t really blame him though, he’s busy at the office and when he comes home he helps out with Ellie.  It doesn’t really give him a lot time to actually do these projects.  So home projects normally sit half until we call a handy man to come in and finish them.  With the economy the way it is, we’ve put all the projects on hold.

Today while watching Handy Manny with my daughter I thought to myself “Why do I need to wait for him? Why should we even spend the money on these projects? Why can’t I do it myself?”   So that’s it, I’m going to do all the things on my “Honey Do List” myself.

So where do I begin?  I’ve never done any kind of ”Home Improvement” projects on my own, unless you count hanging a few pictures and painting a bathroom or two.  To my credit I have mastered putting together Pottery Barn or Cost Plus furniture so how hard could a few home improvement projects be?

First Project  -  The Laundry Room

I’ve always dreamed of a HUGE laundry room with a deep sink, plenty of room for an iron.  Well… I have a deep sink and enough room to fit both a washer and a drier.

That ironing board you see in the picture is the Iron Board from HELL!!!  It will collapse everytime you’re ironing, it takes up the whole laundry room, it’s always in the way and did I mention is collapses everytime you’re ironing?   My laundry room is a disaster area and I HATE going in there.  I have sink that I don’t even use.  Any given day you’ll find me soaking hand wash items in the bathroom.  So that’s it!  Today is the day I clean up and organize my laundry room.  The major component to this project? To knock out the back wall and extend the laundry room into my husbands “man room”.  Just kidding Honey!!  Seriously, a wall mounted hide away ironing board.

I gathered my tools or should I say, I borrowed my husbands tools…

Put a movie on the TV, filled up a sippy cup with juice, and made a kid friendly snack for Ellie.  Then I was ready to be Handy.

So I never actually cut out a piece of dry wall, actually I’ve never even picked up a saw, but how hard could it be?  I found my studs and they were conveniently 16′ apart just like the direction said they would be.  I measure 27″ inched off the floor made my marks, measured some more, leveled and after about 5 minutes of trying to figure out how to turn a very scary look tool on, I started to cut.   Take note, make sure you were SAFTEY GLASSES because dry wall is messy!!  I’ll be pulling dry wall out of my nose for days.   So let me tell you, this wasn’t nearly as hard as I thought it was going to be.

My cut out isn’t the as symmetrical and perfect as I would have liked it to have been, but come on, this was my first time ever cutting into dry wall!  So the hard part was done.  From here it was a piece of cake.  I attached the door the cabinate and then fit the cabinate into my cut out.  I made sure it was level and I secured the cabinate to the studs with a few heavy duty screws and…

there you have it!

If I had to do it again, there’s a couple of things I would have done differently.

1. I would have covered the Washer and Dryer in Plastic.  The Drywall was SUPER messy.
2. I wouldn’t have gotten a manicure the day before.  My nails are a mess!

For my first major project I’m really proud of myself.  My cut out wasn’t perfect, but you’d never know unless you took the cabinet out of the wall.  I think the intimidation factor has always stopped me from tackling these kind of projects in the past.  I’m really excited to be successfully done with that first project and I’m ready for more.

My next project?  Turning the master bathroom cabinet into a pull out hamper.

That squealing you hear is me.  I just signed up to take a Trapeze class through Circus Fund.  SQUEEEEEEE !!!!  I can’t believe I’m going to do this!

Every morning I receive an email from GroupOn with a local deal.  They’re always great deals and I’ve bought a couple, but when this deal came through this morning I had a huge adrenalin rush!  I’m so excited!!!

You want to join me or find really cool deals in your area? Sign up here!

Excuse while I run of and do push ups!  I have no upper body strength and I’m getting a little worried now!

Ok, so this is the post were I cry the entire time I put it together! For my last post of the year I’ve taken a picture from each month of the last year.  I can’t believe how quickly it went!

January

Charging through Fort Lauderdale

February

Hitting the Slopes in Dorango

March

Catching up on a good book.  This is why we live in San Diego.

April

Easter Egg Hunting in Del Mar

May

Terrible 2’s = Teenage attitude in our house.

June

June we made our first Political Statement

July

We rode our first rollercoaster together

August

Getting in touch with her artistic side.

September

Chillin’ in Boca Raton

October

October brought us candy and fairys

November

Gary?  Thanksgiving and a day at the Sealife Aquarium

December

December, I think this is the hardest month on my tear ducts.

She turned 3, went to Disneyland and Celebrated the Holidays.
I’m excited to see what year 3 brings, but I just can understand where year 2 went!

What a great year!

Happy New Years Everyone!!!

Happy New Years my sweet Lil L.  I love you

Normally January 2nd is my least favorite day on the calendar.  It means putting away the all Christmas decorations, letting go of the month filled with parties and fun, recovering from a New Years Eve party, still having to deal with at least 2 more months of winter, and basically back to the normal grind.  It always leaves me a little depressed.

This year for some reason I’m excited to take down the decorations, do a good cleaning and say good-bye to 2009.  I’ve actually started taking down the decorations down today, Dec. 28^th.   A full 5 days earlier than normal.   I’m organizing all the toys, I want to redo the front room (aka my office) and I want a “clean” start to the New Year.

So why am I try to put 2009 away?  I’m not sure myself.  I’m not quite sure what’s going on with me.  I’ve been in a funk for a few days and I’m finally over moping.  I ready for a clean start. It’s not like 2009 was an awful year, on the contrary, it was a very nice year.  Of course some sad things happened, like my Grandfather passing away, but all in all I’d rate it a 8.5 on a scale of 1 -10.

So what does this mean?  A  fresh look to Rock On Mommies, the launch of a few projects, and I’m sure more than a few visits to the container store I’m sure.   I’m super excited for 2010.  I don’t mean I’m excited to celebrate on New Years Eve, I mean I’m truly excited for the year 2010!  There are so many things on the horizon for me, for my family, for the world.  Sundance in January, Hubby’s birthday and I’m sure a trip to Florida in February, My 38^th birthday in  March, and the year only gets better after that.   Not only am I ready, but I’m excited for everything that 2010 has to throw at me.  I just have this feeling that this is going to be an amazing year.

Now if you’ll excuse me, I have a lot to do before that ball drops in 3 ½ days!  Happy New Years Everyone!

I know many of you are not going to believe this, because even I think it’s a little Crazy, but here it goes…  When I was 5 years old, I saw Santa and 1 elf  in our house putting presents under the tree. I swear!

So when I was 5 we lived in Byesville Ohio. Never heard of it? I’m not surprised. Anyway…  This is the one Christmas very clearly. It was late at night, because everyone was in bed sleeping.  It had snowed at some point, because I remember wonder if I’d see the Reindeer’s foots prints in the snow the next morning.

I was asleep in bed when I heard something outside my window. I opened my eyes to see Santa looking in through my window. He put his finger to his lips as if to say shhhh. Now of course it had to be Santa, because my bedroom was on the second story!  Who else could it have been? At this point I probably pulled my covers up to my nose and tried to close my eyes!

After what felt like forever, I figured I should probably try and make a run for my parents bedroom.  As I peaked down the hallway that’s when I saw my first elf.   Now, I had always expected elf to be, well, elf like. Sure he was wearing elf gear. Pointy hat, check, nickers, check, puffy shirt, check, but this elf was at least 5 feet tall! Obviously his job was to was to guard the hallway and I did not want to mess with him.  I counted to 3 and ran as fast as I could across the 4 foot hallway.

Once I made it to my Parents room I received a less than loving welcome. Can you believe they sent me away!  How could they do that to me? I explained that Santa and the elf were in the living room, but they wouldn’t listen!! They just sent me back to my room and this would mean crossing the hallway again! Why were they torturing me like this? It took every little bit of bravery I had in my little 5 year old body to even approach the door!

After taking a deep breath, I quickly peaked around the door. This time the Elf was looking the other way and I ran as fast as I could to my bedroom. I jumped into bed and once again pulled the covers up to my nose. No way was I going to cover my eyes, I wanted to be able to see if Santa walked into my room. So I laid in bed listening to Santa making a bunch of noise and couldn’t figure out why no one else heard it!

This is where it starts to get a little fuzzy. I’m sure at some point I fell asleep because I remember waking up again and asking if it was time to open presents. I remember telling my parents about Santa and I remember then pretending to believe. I was so annoyed that they didn’t REALLY believe me. To this day I get a little frustrated that no one believed me!

A few years later when my Dad actually set me down to tell me Santa wasn’t real I had to remind him I saw Santa. I knew he was real! I don’t remember what my Dad’s response was, but I remember being  annoyed that he still didn’t believe me.

Now I’m an adult, with a 3 year old little girl. I know where and when I bought all the present under the tree. I know that I was the one that ate the cookies and my husband was the who finished off the milk. I know that Santa didn’t come down the chimney yesterday, but I also know that when I was a 5 year old little girl, I saw Santa.

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