Why I Finally Stopped Feeling Insecure After Becoming A Mother

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As she got older, I started seeing aspects about her that seemed even more familiar. I finally realized I had seen these features in the mirror and my first instinct was panic. I have spent all of my life hating so many things about myself, that I didn’t want her to have to deal with these same issues.

FANGIRL

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So what’s it like to be a true fangirl? Well, let’s just say I have been one so long, the word “fangirl” didn’t really exists when my journey as one began. I have been called crazy, a psycho, weird, obsessed…..when really, I was just a real fan. If someone is not a true fan of someone, or some band, they will call you those names. If you are a FANGIRL, or FANPERSON, then you agree with me. Words like crazy and obsessed do not describe your feelings toward this superstar. Words like loyal, inspired and devoted make more sense.

I started becoming a fan way back when. My first true fangirl crush was on Debbie Gibson. But this was really just a crush. I was devoted as a child could be. I had her tapes, dressed liked her and wrote her letters through Tiger Beat all the time. I had a small fangirl experience with Bon Jovi… in fact I thought the name Jan Bon Jovi was almost too fitting, but that was short lived. Debbie was really my first and only back then.

Then I took a break. I didn’t become a true fangirl again until many, many years later. I will never forget the moment. I was sitting on my couch, junior year, and watching a new show that was premiering. It was called ‘My So Called Life.” I was into it, it seemed like a decent show. Then suddenly the character Jordan Catalano came on my screen. My heart skipped, my breath stopped and I was instantly in an ultimate state of FANGIRL. Back then Google was not at my fingers tips. And when I had the chance to finally figure out who this beautiful boy was, I was already knee deep in deeply loving him. His name was Jared Leto. He was unknown at the time and had just gotten his first big gig with this show. And from the moment I saw him on my TV screen, I was hooked. My fangirl heart was in a tailspin, trying to find every piece of information about Jared. I bought every magazine, went to every movie, watched every interview. I never missed anything he did. People thought it was so weird, and I was constantly called obsessed. But he moved me. He took me to another place. His beauty was something that was so majestic to me, it fed my heart and my brain something that I had never tasted. As I got older, my love for him remained. He then started a band, which as a fangirl, whether you like the music or not, you will support it, because it is your person. I bought the albums, memorized all the songs, drank anything he was handing out. I spent time on him. Because that is what fangirls do. When I was 24 (yes, he was my main squeeze from junior year of high school until I was 24) his band started touring. HOLY SHIT, I was going to see Jared Leto live. I was going to be in the same room with him. I was going to hear his angelic voice, see his memorizing face, be with him…in person. The first time I met him was a moment I will never forget. It was a Wednesday night. My best friend and I went to the the venue early. The band was doing a meet and greet prior to the show. I waited my turn and there he was. Standing right in front of me. This beautiful creature, who I had been loving, supporting, fantasizing over for so many years. There was so much I wanted to say. So many words that I wanted him to hear. SO many fangirl feelings. But instead I balked. I just stood there and handed him the cd I wanted him to sign. As I passed it to him, he gently grabbed my wrist.
“You have the smallest, cutest wrist I have ever seen.” He said as he flashed me this incredible smile. I couldn’t speak. Couldn’t move. I just stared. My best friend scooted me along and tried to get me to snap from my fangirl haze. Jared Leto not only touched me, but he spoke to me and said something about me was cute. LIFE COMPLETE. It was one of those moments that I replayed over and over and over. It was a moment that I envisioned so differently for so long. It was a moment that was so perfectly imperfect and those are simply the best moments our lives can have.
I went to several shows after that. Always getting there early, always giving my full support, always my 100% attention. A lot of my friends made fun of his music and how lame his band was. I never cared. I was a fan. His fan, which meant whatever he did, I would back. The last show I went to was a devastating fangirl experience. After all of my years making sure I was Jared Leto’s #1 fan, I saw a bad side to him. Which no fan should ever see. We should see the fake smiles, the false devotion back, the silly words that all stars know will make their fans happy. We deserve to hear how cute we are, how they read our blogs, how they saw us paying attention during their show. We should be praised, as fake as it is. We put in our time and fucking deserve it. Even though when we tell our stories and everyone else knows it is fake, we don’t. That is someone we deeply love and they old us whatever. We fucking believe it. Well this particular day Jared was in a bad mood, or place or state or whatever. As a previous fangirl of Jared Leto, I will not tell the details of what he did/said. As far away from this stage of my life I am, I will always have a very small soft spot for him and I do not want to reveal what happened on this day. I don’t want all of my readers to know what an asshole he was, because I of all people know what it is like to have a bad day. Except when I have a bad day, I can just keep to myself. Jared had a bad day, did a small 15 guest acoustic show (I was one of the 15 guests) and had a meltdown. IT WAS BAD. I was devastated and my Jared Leto fangirl died.
Now again, if you have never been a true fangirl, you will not understand this. I am actually always jealous of people who can just be kinda into someone. Whether a actor, or band. Like my husband. He likes a ton of bands, but is never all geeked out over any of them (maybe I do that enough for both of us.) But he would never understand the sense of sadness I had back then when I witness this awful exchange with Jared Leto. My heart was broken. I was so very sad. This person who I had put so much energy, love, support, lust and devotion into turned out to be a huge jerk and I witnessed it firsthand. This wasn’t a rumor or some TMZ article. I witness him doing this and after all of the years of deeply loving him as a fan, I had to stop. Fangirl break up was on the horizon and it was not fun. I threw away all the magazines and cd’s. All the memorabilia I had collected over the many, many years, trashed. I was done.
People still bring up Jared Leto to me. A couple years ago, when he won the Oscar, my Facebook timeline was blown up. I never even saw the movie that he won for. I had cut off all ties with him. I never saw any movie he was in, never went to anymore shows. Hell, I have never even looked him up on social media. As pathetic as this sounds to some, he was a major heartbreak in my life and seeing him after that was just too disappointing. I will say this, I did Youtube his Oscar acceptance speech once and after 10 seconds of gazing at his magical eyes, I had to turn it off. He still got to me… and I can not let that fangirl out with him anymore. She deserves better.
I have since only been hardcore about one person, and as of late, she has been bugging me. And not because she is a jerk, but because she just needs to stop. (I won’t go into this one.) But after Jared, there may not be another for me. He was a pretty huge part of that side of me and after the crush of my fangirl divorce, I just don’t think I could go through it again. Knowing how much time, energy, MONEY was spent on this human, only to see him be a huge dick, well, it was not worth it.
I know I am an old lady now, and being a crazy fan seems weird. But it is a pretty awesome feeling. Whether you are sitting down at the movie theater, or watching them on your TV screen. At a venue getting ready for their show….whatever the case may be. That feeling is like no other. Knowing you and your heart and your fantasies are about to be transformed by this magical person is one of the coolest feelings ever. Some people won’t ever understand it. All that, “you don’t know them personally” bullshit. But you do. They have personally touched you in some way. They have helped mold and transform you. They have given you spirit, life, guidance. They have lifted you up, and made you smile when no one else could. In a small way, they were your own little fangirl, giving you small gifts of things that made you feel really good.
I have smaller versions of my fangirl tucked away for a handful of stars that keep me satisfied. I know those baby fangirls will never be allowed to meet these celebs, just in case they are assholes too (god forbid I ever met Justin Timberlake and he was mean……..I WOULD DIE!!!!) I can’t say my fangirl for Jared is totally dead. She still lives inside of me. I just refuse to let her out. She is a beast and has been through some heartbreak so she can’t go in public. But I will say this, if I ever allowed myself to see his band, or watch a movie or google an interview, she would creep up fast and be proud. She worked hard for many years. She supported when the music was bad. She admired when the movies were lame. She was there when people said Jared who??
So what’s it like to be a true fangirl??  It’s a blast. It’s wild. Its weird and it is hard work….BUT please don’t ask me again……My girl is creeping up hard after this post and trying to YouTube some old Jordan Catalano scenes………I gotta hold her back.

Top 10 Reasons Your Toddler Won’t Sleep Tonight

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10. Because they think there are monsters in their room.
Or at least they know you will fall for that line, so they pretend to actually believe in these “monsters.” They probably know it’s all a sham but they know you will stay in their room for a few more minutes if they are scared.

9. They are thirsty.
They need more milk, juice, water, whatever their go to drink is. But they are not really thirsty. They just want you to go fetch one last time. To remind you who really is the boss here.

8. You haven’t finished their story.
But you have, like 1000 times.

7. They forgot to kiss their dad (or mom, or dog, or cat, or bird)
“But how will they know I love them if I don’t kiss them goodnight.” Because they are passed out cold and if you loved them, you would leave their ass alone.

6. They are too hot/cold.
NO THEY AREN’T.

5. Because you gave them dessert.
Welp, you did. Because you wanted the after dinner tantrum to be quick and painless. It’s late. It’s been a long day, you want some quiet and now they are all hopped up on sugar.

4. Because you really want to go to sleep
Never fails, you want it, they don’t want you to have it.

3. They need other pajamas.
Because the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle jammies they have on are suddenly not working for them.

2. They will miss you not being next to them.
Look when my kids tell me this, my heart kinda melts. KINDA!!! It really is sweet to hear, but they are just doing that good ol toddler manipulation. They are just grasping at straws for reasons to stay awake. They know this one buys them some time. SO don’t fall for it.

And the #1 reason your toddler won’t sleep tonight….
1. BECAUSE TODDLERS ARE ASSHOLES!!!!

JENNIFER MAITLAND AND ZACH MIKO

A lot of the time our view of sexy, hot or fuckable is six-pack abs and people who in all reality
could use a cheese burger or two, but think about the person that most of us fall in love with.
They are hot as fuck, at least that’s how I feel about mine. The thing that sets our lovers apart
from the people we see on t.v. is that thy are normal people. Yea they are hot and sexy but most
are not a size 0 and rocking six-pack abs, like all the big fashion magazines shove down our
throats. This week I, Rye Guy, have chosen a few regulation people for us to enjoy a few
moments to ourselves. Enjoy this weeks selection of what the industry calls “plus size” and I call
“attainable ass.” Give them a WARM Shitty Housewife welcome…

two “plus size” models. Size 16 for my lady and a 40 inch waist on my man. That’s as American as it gets, Bon Appetit

 

SATURDAY SALUTE

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I feel like my salutes keep revolving around death….and today it continues. I can’t say “I” for this loss, because I did not just lose Prince. We all did. A creative icon has passed away and we all are mourning. No, I never met Prince. No I did not know him personally and no, I have never had a conversation with him. BUT he was a huge part of my life, just like he was with so many. So we are all mourning.

I won’t really go into his musical genius and the amount of amazing

lyrics, guitar rifts and beats he left us. We all of course will adore those for the rest of our time on this planet. I would like to salute him for just that. HIM.

When I was in third grade I was given the award “Biggest Mouth in the Smallest Body.” And I was just that. I was abnormally small, but I was always talking, singing, and being loud about my opinions. As I got older I became quieter and quieter. I was in a world full of bullies, intimidation’s and that awful thought, “what will people think of me?” Prince was in this same world of being an unusual person BUT he stayed loud. He was his true self and he was not quiet about it. He was weird, he was different, he was feminine, he was masculine, he was sexual, he was emotional, he was quirky and he was colorful. But most importantly, HE WAS HIM. He showed us that being a man dressed like a women was no different than being a man dressed like a man. He should us that being deeply in love was respectful and genuine. He taught us that sex was an amazing, incredible adventure any two people of an gender could do with each other, and it would be beautiful. But what he taught me most, was to not be afraid to embrace myself, be loud and be ME.

I wish I could give him that award today. “Biggest Mouth in the Smallest Body” because it fits that man so well. He shouted for the weird, different and strange. He shouted for love, loyalty and devotion. He shouted for sex, exploration and raunchiness. He shouted and thankfully so many of us listened.
We will miss you Prince. There will be no other. And I hope wherever your soul rests it continues to shout. Because no matter where you are, us freaks here will always be willing to listen.
Thank you for everything,
The Shitty Housewife

Chicken Flautas

So I decided to go with my favorite nationality of food this week for Fat Kid Friday. MEXICAN!!!!! Every girls wet dream right?! I mean who doesn’t want to eat Mexican 7 days a week? I will tell you who, my husband…I know, I know, how do I love him with such a horrible flaw? I have learned to adjust and compromise but it is hard! I told him I wanted to make a new, fun Mexican dinner and he was actually on board, so I decided on Chicken Flautas.

They are always so yummy when we are out. The kids love them and I knew Matt would not turn them down if they were in his face. But I am trying to watch my cals and the kids are the worst in public right now, so I thought I would attempt them myself. I went with crock pot chicken, baked not fried, and tons of spices. They turned out pretty good!!!! Here we go…
INGREDIENTS:
Chicken Breasts
Chicken Broth
Pickled Jalapenos
Flour Tortillas
Shredded Cheese
Can of Cream of Chicken Soup
Spray Oil
Hot Sauce
BBQ Sauce
A ton of spices- I used…cumin, cayenne, onion powder, garlic salt, chilli pepper, paprika, salt and pepper
Step 1:
Gather all your spices and pour them all over your chicken. DON”T BE SCARED! The more spice the better.
Step 2:
Put chicken in the crock pot dosed with spices. Add one cup of broth AND 1/4 cup juice from pickled japs bottle! And throw in some jalapenos for good measure!
Step 3:
Wonder why on earth there are a bunch of sea shells on #3’s high chair
Step 4:
Once chicken is done cooking shred it up in a bowl. I had bone in chicken so it was kinda annoying to do. But it was worth it. Just took some time.
Step 5:
Add 1/4 cup hot sauce, 1/4 cup BBQ sauce, 1 can of cream of chicken soup, 1 Cup shredded cheese to the chicken and mix it up.
Step 6:
Listen to your kid tell you to go away…jerk
Step 7:
Take a couple spoonfuls of the chicken mix and roll in into a tortilla. Mine were big, but you know what I always say… 

the bigger the better.

Step 8:
Spray the roll ups with the spray oil and put in the oven on BROIL. This literally took 2 minutes and they needed to be turned.
Step 9:
Turn them
Step 10:
Set out salsa, sour cream and homemade guacamole…yeah girl, that shit was homemade (just smashed avocado’s, lots of salt and some salsa)
Step 11:
EAT THAT SHIT
This was really good. And really filling. I was full after 1 (but I was also slamming chips and dip) All the kids ate it and Matt gave me the thumbs up. SCORE

Shittiest Move of the Week

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So as always, Fridays I like to talk about the crappiest thing I have done during the week. Sadly, this week, it wasn’t just one event. It has been on going for me, all week. MY KIDS HAVE BEEN MAKING ME CRAZY. I don’t know what is happening. Nothing with them has probably changed, I just have had zero patience. And when you have 3 small kids, the only thing you need to survive a day is just that…patience.

I’ve done a lot of scolding, sending to rooms, me walking out of rooms to take a breath. I’ve done it all. A lot this week. I refuse to blame it on all of the things I need to get done during the day, that I can’t seem to do, because I am in full parenting mode. And I know I can just stay up later, wake up earlier, do more during the baby’s nap time, while the older O’s are resting. But whatever the reason is that I have been extra frustrated this week, I just need to remind myself…. it is not their fault.

They are kids. It is their job to be wild, crazy, annoying, rebellious, needy, cranky, and whiny. That is all they know. Now if my husband was acting these ways, well that would be another story. But they are kids… our kids. They get these things from us!!! They are only acting out because it is a part of their journey. I just need to figure out how to make it a part of mine without getting so feisty.

So this week, I was just shitty for not recognizing this earlier. And trust me, I am not beating myself up over it. I know, I know, we all have our moments. I am just here to openly tell you my crappy moves through this blog. Maybe in hopes that someone will relate. Maybe someone else will wake up with some rage and read this and be like “Oh yeah, I’ve kinda been a bitch too. Maybe I should settle that shit down.” So that is my plan. We are embarking on the weekend and we have lots of fun shit planned, we don’t need my cranky ass getting in the way. Lord knows we have the best three employees here at the O House for that.

 

 

Guest Writers Wanted

So far we have had two guest writers featured on our blog. And man, did they nail it or what?! If you have not read Nick’s and John’s blog, stop everything you are doing and read them. NOW!

Well since they were such a hit and we LOVE sharing (we are parents, sharing is our freaking job) we decided to take this series to the next level. We have some amazing men and women lined up to entertain, enlighten and inspire you over the next few months.They are being awesome enough to share their stories, scars and soapboxes with The Shitty Housewife and YOU!
Most of these amazing folks are not writers. They are just normal, honest, real people who have something to say. And that is what The Shitty Housewife is all about. We don’t seek perfection, we seek imperfection. We want to show people real stories from real people. And we found some great ones!!
So get ready for Who’s Next Wednesday’s here at The Shitty Housewife, because it is going to kick ass. I might be the most mediocre person ever, but these guest writers are not! And if you want to be a guest, let me know. We all have a story, tale, situation, or idea that we want to tell. So tell me, I am dying to hear!!!
XOXO
Jan-O
The Shitty Housewife

A Little Different: A Love Story

I found out I was pregnant for the first time two and a half months after Matt and I started dating. We were having the best time. Flirting, going out all the time, spoiling each other, having a ton of sex and just that wonderful feeling of falling in love.

 

Well after I peed on the stick, all of that came to a halt… well, not the falling in love part. But the fun “beginning stage” of dating ended. Reality hit hard. I did not move in with him right away but it was discussed. In fact, we had to have MANY serious discussions most brand new couples don’t have to have until dating for years. Finances, insurance, work schedules, thoughts on parenting, to name a few. Things got real crazy, fast. And although I would not change a single thing about our relationship and the progression of it, there are a few things I wish we could have done. And one day we will do these things with each other, we will just do them as an old, bitter, married couple. Not a young, frisky, newly dating couple.

 

I started thinking about this the other day when we were unloading a new piece of furniture out of Matt’s truck. Our neighbor, a 20 something dude was helping his new girlfriend onto his motorcycle. They were so cute and fresh and just had that new couple glow about them. Matt and I were both just looking at them and I could tell we both remember that feeling. The butterflies, giggling, finding any excuse to touch each other. The newness of a relationship is simply amazing. And I know there is something SO amazing about growing old and having a deep experienced relationship, please don’t get me wrong. But that feeling, when Matt and I first started dating…that feeling for those 2.5 months, the sweetness of those 75 days…..man, I wish I could have bottled that shit.

 

Somehow we managed though. We still kept dating (that sounds so funny since I was pregnant with his kid, but that doesn’t mean anything really these days.) But we did. Instead of hooking up at happy hour, we started cooking at his place. Instead of taking nights off from each other to be with friends, we began spending every night at each other’s houses.  Instead of coming up with a vacation plan, we sat down and decided on a birthing plan. Instead of deciding on what restaurant we wanted to eat at, we were deciding on a baby name. Instead of him seeing me puke one time after a night of boozing, he saw me puke multiple times a day and was always there with a glass of water forcing me to rehydrate. Instead of meeting each other’s friends and family after a period of time, I was moving in and meeting everyone with a baby bump.

 

IT WAS NOT EASY. But at the same time, it was so easy. It worked. I was a mess the first time I was pregnant. It was not a good experience for me at all. But Matt, this almost stranger, this cute boy who I had a crush on for awhile, was there every step of the way trying to make it easier. And yes, we missed out on a lot of new couple things and adventures, but we had our own. Most new couples don’t go to the gyno together. We did. Most new girlfriends don’t go to sleep at 7 pm every single night for weeks on end because of pure exhaustion, but I did. (Matt read a lot of books!) Most new boyfriends don’t have to see their new girlfriend’s hot little body drastically change night after night and go from sexy to unsexy pretty fast….but Matt did (and he did his best to make me feel sexy no matter how much my waist expanded.)  Most first anniversaries of dating aren’t celebrated with a newborn. Ours was. Viv was 3 weeks old one year after we began our adventure.

 

I know all the things I feel like we “missed” out on will be able to happen one day. We will get to go on a vacation one day (yes, we have never been on a vacation without our kids or without one in my belly…ever.) We will get to take a cooking class, go to fancy restaurants, sleep in on Sundays,  hell maybe even ride a motorcycle together. We will just do it later on in our marriage. When our kids are grown up and self sufficient and sick of hanging out with us! And even though my neighbor and his new GF are all giddy and cute next door, I know that behind the walls of my house lives a love that is deeper and truer than I ever thought imaginable. And that even though they are cute and new, Matt and I are cute and old. And that is more comforting than any giddiness could ever be.

 

TOP 12 REASONS YOU ARE A SHITTY HOUSEWIFE

The Shittiest Housewife presents

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12. Your husband’s clothes have a slight mildew smell to them.

You always start the laundry in the washing machine BUT often forget to move it to the dryer…for a couple days.


 

11. You don’t know how to properly load the dishwasher.

Because there really isn’t a right way…right???!!!


 

10. When you hear women talking about 6 packs, you immediately think of beer, not ab workouts.

Like that one time at the Y… Yeah, that was awkward.


 

9. You never empty the vacuum bag

or canister or whatever the fuck that thing is.


 

8. Instead of looking for the matching sock, you throw the one away. It is really just easier that way.

Or we can go with the, “Life is too short to wear matching socks” route.


 

7. Your husband has only seen lingerie in a strip club or on TV in the last 5 years.

Because I sure as shit ain’t wearing it.


 

6. You have only cleaned the fridge once. Yet somehow it is always sparkling

Thanks to your non-shitty husband.


 

5. That one time when the kid puked in his car seat and the hubs brought it inside to be washed. You then forgot to wash it until it was time to leave, so you just grabbed some baby wipes and threw that shit back into the car, only to pass it off to your husband…

Oh come on, I can’t be the only one.


 

4. You have no idea how to fold clothes.

Can I just say the 1 year old knocked them all over?


 

3. You stay skinny thanks to your liquid diet…liquid being booze.

Thank you Jesus for Miller High Life.


 

2. You always ask your partner what they need at the store, but you never actually remember to get those requested items

Matt has now asked me to stop asking, because I never remember.


 

AND THE #1 REASON YOU ARE A SHITTY HOUSEWIFE………..

1.You openly support this blog!
Cheers!