My life after the 15 minutes…

 It was 9 years ago today (although I'm posting this a day late) that we rushed to hospital in Alabama to welcome our little girl into the world. I was a super nervous first time mom and I had been having Braxton Hicks contractions for several weeks and it wasn't our first trip to the hospital. Bubs had hosted a poker night and had engaged in some wacky military antics with his classmates that honestly made me question whether or not I had made the right decision in having kids with him--but it was too late. He and his friends had called the poker game and gone to the hot tub in our apartment complex sometime after I had made them all food and tried to get them to relax. It was about 4am and I woke up and the bed was absolutely soaked and I knew it was time. I shook Bubs awake and he was between drunk and hungover and told me "no you water didn't break, I passed out in my wet swimsuit." To this day, it may be the dumbest thing I have ever heard another human being...

Before I get started, I am going to try crossposting this on reddit and my blog again. Even after all this time, I still find reading and responding to the comments here kind of clunky. I can't begin to tell you all enough how much I appreciate the kind words I got in response to my last post, both in the comments and in email. Again some amazingly thought provoking perspectives that I had not thought about and things that I really should bring up with this new therapist. It will be the same post in each spot, I just don't want to miss comments. Where ever you are reading this, the links to each are:  My reddit profile: https://old.reddit.com/user/DecentData5441/ My blog site: https://danniqp.blogspot.com/ Late January has always been a really fun time in our family. TJ's birthday is January 25th and Abby's is January 30th. I always assumed that the winter birthdays were proof positive that Bubs and I were spring time lovers (the Destin fiasco, getting lost on the ranch...

 So for the most part, my new life in Arizona is pretty cool. For sure I am a little lonely and I'm a little bored. I have pretty much gotten all of our boxes unpacked though I am still finding out where everything fits and even getting rid of some stuff that we no longer have room for. Our house back in Texas is a 2400ish square foot late 70s two story, while our house here is not quite 1800 square feet. So needless to say, some stuff has got to go. I've also started setting up the baby's room which has been really fun. But in that time, I've also painted my nails abut 20 different colors, I spend a ridiculous amount of time on Facetime with my sister watching old episodes of Making the Team and I don't know what I would do without my nap every day before I go pick up the kids from school. I'm also that annoying wife who texts her husband 30 times a day complaining about how hungry she is. What I'm also doing is stalling because I don't know how much of...

If you follow me on reddit and the blog, you may have noted that I was online literally all day yesterday. It was such a nice reset day and though it made me feel like something of an absentee mom, I don't know the last time I've been able to take a full day to myself like that. I was still interacting with the family and Bubs and I had a blast taking shots at each other online. We were both in the same room but I guess the difference was that he was working while I was on reddit pontificating on the Dallas Cowboy Cheerleaders. Every once in a while I would hear him laugh, type furiously then smile at me. I would know that he had left some smart ass comment on my blog. And then I would laugh, type furiously and smile at him in response. It may not be obvious but that was foreplay for us and by the time the kids went to bed both of us were so worked up that we had one of those furious and short but oh-so-satisfying spontaneous love making sessions that are so fun. God I love tha...

 Every have a day where you just want to lay in bed--even though you probably don't deserve it? As I confessed in my last two blogs I have been something of a pill this past week. Ok, that's putting it lightly, I have been a raging bitch. Yet my husband still sees it fit to let me sleep in and not get out of bed until the ripe hour of 10:45. I'm blessed so much to have such a patient and forgiving man.  I started posting again on reddit but for now just sticking to my long running obsession with the Dallas Cowboy Cheerleaders. I'm a girl who was born in Texas, what can I say. I've been obsessed with Making the Team ever since it came on and am currently re watching the entire series since it comes with our Paramount Plus subscription. My sisters and I have been weirdly obsessed with a current cheerleader ever since my brother's girlfriend pointed out that she looks almost exactly like us. My oldest sister is actually so obsessed, she's looked into our family...

 Since going on reddit and now this blog, one of the things that I have always tried to do is not curate my content or use the words to make me sound like a "better" person than I am in real life. Of course this isn't totally possible but at the same time, this blog is akin to a permanent record of this period of my life and I want to be honest to myself. Just like everything on the internet, I'm sure at some point I will move on from on this and find something else to occupy my time but what I want most of all is to be able to look back and say that I told the truth. A very close second is meeting some fascinating people from all over the world but even then, I think you all have stayed with me because of my honesty--even when being honest means I look like a total asshole.  This was one of those weeks where I have to be honest with myself because I don't want to be like this forever. I have to give myself some grace in the fact that I am essentially 6 months pre...

 I'm also sorry for not being able to say I'm sorry to you in  person.  You haven't deserved the way I've spoken to you in the past couple of days and if you were to ever talk to me like I've talked to you, I would be a crying puddle in the corner.  I'm so full of emotions and hormones and although it's a shitty excuse, I take it out on you because I know you'll nod your head, give me a hug and tell me everything is going to be ok. Then I get mad at you for letting me get away my bad behavior. But I guess I would also get equally as mad at you if you called me out on how shitty I've been. You can't win and you deserve better than I've been the last few days.  I love you so much Bubs, I know we've been through this before with my pregnancies and I know this version of me isn't forever. You don't owe me patience but I so appreciate how sweet you've been with me.  You're a great husband, an amazing father and I'm so lucky...

 It is Sunday and Bubs is going to take the kids for breakfast at a local place called "Jerry Bob's." Not only am I not hungry and feeling a little crabby, but I kind of feel like we moved to more cosmopolitan Arizona to get away from places called "Jerry Bob's." I told him that I was going to stay at home and get some blogging done. He "joked" that he can't wait to be bored by it later. Enjoy your greasy food from Jerry Bob's asshole. And bring me back French Toast.  So I have been promising this post for literally months now and kept getting sidetracked by my fragile emotions, life events and the best haircut I've ever had (I can literally curl my hair every day now--it's incredible). But one of my long time readers asked me to talk about how realistic the show Young Sheldon was from a life long and very proud Texan.  So first things first, my family and I loved that show. I think it's kind of bittersweet because it's the ...

 Since I started yapping on the internet back in July, I think this past week was probably the longest time between my boring updates! Please believe me when I say it wasn't because I'd run out of things to say--that will never happen! I could talk to a blank wall about nothing for hours (or so my dad used to say).  My last post was New Years Eve--and we had an amazing New Years in our new home. Both the kids and my niece made it to midnight and were very excited to light off the illegal fireworks that my husband had bought them right before we crossed the border into Arizona on our drive. To this day, my husband has a nice scar right up his wrist from a burn he received while engaged in a "firework battle" with his "friends" when he was 10 years old. That's the man I chose to procreate with. I was horrified the entire time and I made my niece promise not to tell my sister unless she was directly asked--she would have been more upset than I was. My husba...