Category: Mickeys Halloween party

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Somehow when I was around 15 years old my friends and I found ourselves at a party which we later found out was Marilyn Manson’s.  This was not by choice mind you.  We were the most straight laced kids really!!  haha.  But anyways it was at this abandoned warehouse.  The only things in the warehouse were refrigerators stuffed to the brim and spilling out apples oranges and bananas. There were insane laser lights everywhere and no chairs or anything else to eat or drink.  Just random fridges with fruit and a fog machine on steroids.  We were laughing at the strange people packing the place, dancing like idiots and we wondered -however did we find ourselves here?

All of a sudden we saw riot police officers through the windows with shields completely surrounding the place.  The last thing I heard before screaming, was my friend (who drove us) say “Your mother is going to kill me” and then panic broke out.  People started running, screaming, pushing and freaking out .  Then suddenly everyone dropped to the ground except me….I thought they had all been shot and killed, if not for the moaning.  I walked my way over the crowd and out the front door.  “Hi officer, I don’t know how I got here or what is going on, but my mother is going to kill me.  I need to find a pay phone.”  They let me out and I waited for my friends who were released a while later.  I made a call to my mom and told her to watch the news, she asked why and I explained I was coming home and would tell her all about it.

Turns out the place had been tear gassed!  The cops told me that a small percentage of people are immune to it and I am one of those talented beings.  Another reason why I’d have been the greatest criminal!!  The cops got a kick out of it and actually stayed talking with me and my buddies.  They even let me talk them into ‘arresting’ me in front of the news cameras.  They pushed me on the hood of their cop car, it was awesome.  I thought how funny it would be if my mom saw me get arrested… she would flip out.  But she didn’t see me…bummer.  Wish there had been Tivo then, that would have been the greatest footage to have and show my kids.  My friends did get a pic of me getting arrested and if I ever find it I will post it!

Have a great day guys!  Don’t get tear gassed.  Apparently it is extremely painful!  haha

    
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#27

Now that I am completely finished breastfeeding…I am a bit sad.  With the twins, my lovely lady lumps called it quits at 5 months old.  Which made me feel like a horrible mom.  So this second time around I didn’t listen to the nurses when they told me I needed to pump and supplement with formula.  I took my tidbit of a baby and the two of us figured the whole thing out, alone and without outside interruptions.  I exclusively breastfed her until she was 9 1/2 months old.  She started supplementing because I could tell my milkers were not quite doing their job.  Her first bottle my hubby gave her and when she took it I balled….it felt like my baby was a teenager.  She still nursed for a month more while transitioning before my bod gave up.  She went from petite to pudgy in a week flat!!  haha!!  So over the last few days I have been remembering our special experiences fondly.

Like the time at Disneyland for Mickey’s Halloween Party-
She was 1 month old and thinking I was hysterical, stuffed my fat butt into a skintight Avatar bodysuit.  Complete with full paint, a tail, wig and oh yeah a pale white loaf sized baby dining at my boob the entire night!!

Or the time at the LA County Fair, while my 2 year olds were illegally bungie trampoline jumping (They were waaay too young but somehow my son talked the men into letting them go…I know, BAD mom….Hey, they’re still alive), my 2 week old was locked at the human baba keeping us both toasty in the freezing weather.  In the insanely loud and crazy atmosphere she somehow slept like….well….a baby!
The bunches of times on the side of a stage while daddy blared guitar (while wearing baby headphones of course!), walking in a charity marathon, while non stop traveling and always being bounced around like crazy while mama ran after the twins:).  It wasn’t always the conventional way, but I made it work in our crazy lives and she followed suit like a perfect little bean.  On the run breastfeeding I’ll call it:)  haha and I will miss it!  I love you my sweet Renn
You got any awkward or funny breastfeeding stories?