Hey, I'm Kerri and I am the webmistress of this blog! I am a young mother of two children and one on the way! I'm working towards becoming a wedding and event planner in the near future, but I also build a lot of websites for no reason and I like to drink coffee. :)
Archive for September, 2010
Kids Think They Know Everything
No, I’m not talking about my kids, although Lyra does think she knows it all.
A couple of weeks ago, Dustin and I went to the Cabarrus County Fair. We were waiting in line behind a little girl, maybe about 14-to-16 years old, for some super spinny ride. I can’t remember the name of it. This girl really looked like she was 14-years-old (ehh, who am I to talk? I look like I’m 16!).
She had two friends with her who were probably around the same age. This girl was yelling at her friend to ride this spinny ride.
“I’m scared of all rides and I’m riding this one, so you have to ride it with me!”
haha, Okay, boss!
But next they started talking about boys and sex and pregnancy! And since she was standing right in front of Dustin and me, I couldn’t help but listen to what she had to say. 
Here it is… She will be “Little Girl” and her friend will be “Doormat Girl”.
Little Girl: Man, I’ve been feeling sick lately. I just had sex with [insert a boy's name here] the other day. I feel pregnant.
Doormat Girl: Well you don’t look pregnant…
Little Girl: *smacks lips* You don’t have to look pregnant to feel pregnant! Feel my belly!
Little Girl grabs Doormat Girl’s hand and forces it onto her belly.
Little Girl: See? I feel pregnant.
Doormat Girl: I don’t feel anything.
After that, we were boarding the spinny ride, so I don’t know what happened next, haha.
Do you see what I mean about her thinking she knows it all? Just because she had sex a few days ago, she thinks she pregnant. Not just that, you don’t have to LOOK pregnant to FEEL pregnant. Which is true, but not the way she thought.
And what the freak is she doing having sex at her age?
I really have no room to talk since I was a teen mom, but now I understand how all the adults viewed me and I wish now that I would have waited to do anything. Too late for me.
Anyway, that’s all. Kind of a rant, kind of not. I don’t even know. I just had to get this out of my brain.
Plain White T’s
Filed Under: General, Life, Shopping
Written by: Kerri on Tuesday, September 21st, 2010 | 
Comments (0)No, this post is not about the band who sings “Hey there, Delilah”. It’s about real plain white t-shirts!
I always love to go through Dustin’s clothes and wear one of his t’s because they are comfortable and are big enough to cover my post-pregnancy flab, haha.
Recently I was browsing the website College Fashion and one of the writers says that having plain white t-shirts are a staple because it literally goes with anything and if you buy the v-neck kind, it’s fashionable.
So here I go to Walmart to buy a pack of four v-neck t-shirts in the men’s department all because I want some of my own and that College Fashion website told me to do it.
Lets just say that I think you should do it, too. 
It cost me $8.50 + tax for four v-neck t-shirts by Puritan at Walmart versus the $8.50 I spent on one v-neck t-shirt at Forever 21. They all look the SAME. Ughh, I should have seen it before. 
Current Mood:
Cool
Birth of a Prince: The Delivery
The clock kept ticking and it was getting closer to 2:30pm, the time that my doctor said we should be going back. I heard a nurse come in the door.
“The doctor had an emergency c-section to do, so you’ve been bumped back. You’ll be next!”
Well, okay. I had not eaten anything whatsoever since midnight and I was starving. All I could think about was food! But Dustin and I kept on waiting and tried to get Jet Li to distract us.
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Nurses and doctors and family were in and out of my “waiting” room and the time just kept dragging on. Every time I would think it would be time for us to go back and have my baby, something else came up.
“Oh, there were two more emergency c-sections. You’re bumped back again.”
At this point I was getting aggravated. I hadn’t seen my regular doctor in hours and I wanted to complain about this waiting even though it wasn’t her fault. I mean, I was HUNGRY. I promise that’s all I could think about.
My doctor ended up coming to my room around 5:45pm.
“When are we getting taken back? We’ve been waiting forever and I’m starving! I just want a freaking cheeseburger!”
“I’m tired of waiting, too. I’m going to see what’s going on and you’ll be next, I’ll make sure of it.”
I trust my doctor with all the bones in my body.
Alas, I was taken back 15-minutes later. Dustin couldn’t come with me until he put on those uniform things, I don’t know what they are.
While I was back there, I was shaking like this has never happened before. They leaned me forward and gave me the spinal and it hurt wicked bad! I normally can take a lot of pain, but this was excruciating!
They laid me down on the table and started prepping me for the c-section. I don’t care what anyone says, I could still move my legs even though they were completely numb. haha!
Anyway, they were about to cut me open, but Dustin wasn’t in the room yet.
“Where’s Dustin?! I need him in here, don’t you dare cut me!”
I was crying when he finally was brought in by one of the nurses. He came over to me and sat down and the surgery began.
I could feel the pressure of the doctor pushing the baby out and I couldn’t breathe. Some guy nurse just kept telling me,
“Just take deep breaths, you’ll be fine.”
Excuse me? How can I take deep breaths if I can’t breathe at all? So Dustin started patting my head and trying to get me to breathe, but then all of a sudden he freaked out and was said, “Oh my God, is she okay? Look at her!”
Apparently from my eyeballs down to my neck was completely black and blue from lack of oxygen. Stupid guy nurse.
“He’s almost out, Kerri! I see his head! Oh, oh! There he is! He’s here!”
That was Dustin, haha.
After all of that, I was just thankful that my baby was alright and that I could breathe again! Dustin got to cut the umbilical cord and then he held the baby and walked over to me. I was still crying so bad and I didn’t know why. But Dustin looked excited and happy, so I was happy. I turned my head so Dustin wouldn’t see me bawl, haha.
After I was cleaned up, they placed my baby on my chest and rolled me to recovery. All I could say to him was,
“You look just like your daddy. It’s not fair!”
“Harmony” by Susie Suh
Filed Under: Family, General, Life, Music, Videos Written by: Kerri on Wednesday, September 8th, 2010 | Comments (1)Recently my mother had to put our dog, Harmony, to sleep. She was going blind, she had diabetes and hip dysplasia. She was just so pitiful walking into things all the time. She was just very, very sick.
This song reminds me of her, not just because of the name, but the rhythm of the song. It kind of sounds sad. I cry every time I hear it, and I’m going to share the song with all of you.
Rest in Peace, Harmony. We love and miss you a lot.
Psychics: To Believe or Not To Believe
I used to be a strong believer in psychics. I loved the whole idea of being able to read a person’s mind or to see the future. I mean, everybody has a little extra special powers (ESP), some more than others.
For instance, my mom told me that the more you believe in your powers, the better your powers become. So I believed and I believed hard. I started having dreams that actually happened or there would be signs that something was going to happen.
One dream, I saw two people from high school that I hadn’t seen in probably 5-years and had no contact with. They were driving on a beat up, light blue car. The very next day, I was driving to Walmart and there’s that beat up, light blue car with both of them in it driving on the same street as in my dream.
No, I’m not making this up.
Anyway. Last year, I called a psychic. The automated message reminded me that it was solely entertainment. But I wanted to know who I was meant to be with, why my cat died (y’all, I loved my cat like a monkey loves bananas!), and if I was ever going to have more children.
I don’t remember everything she said, but I do remember that she told me I would have more kids; definitely one more, maybe two. She said my second one would be a boy and if the third one happened, it would also be a boy. But the second one was supposed to be 4-years from when I talked to her.
She was half right. I did have a baby boy, just not 4-years later.
This topic just came to mind because of an ad on Twitter for psychics. And because I’m bored. So what do you think?!
Do you believe in psychics? Have you ever called one, even just for fun?
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