I'm Not Crazy, Just Well Mixed!

Thoughts on Spring

2010-03-22T21:20:00.005-04:00

Spring has sprung and I have a few thoughts to share.

1. It's better than Winter (especially this Winter)
2. One step closer to Summer
3. Suddenly, I have allergies
4. Allergies suck (my poor eyes)
5. Stupid Spring

C'mon Summer!

On the upside, we were able to enjoy the nice weather this past weekend with Stella in her jumper. See for yourself.

End of Days

2010-03-13T22:20:00.009-05:00

I'm not a "End of Days" type of worrier. I figure what will be, will be. That being said, is anyone else noticing the number of earthquakes happening recently? Let's check them off- Haiti, Chile, Taiwan, Sumatra, Indonesia. All within, What? 2 months or so? I'm thinking we're going to get a new continent soon. Or maybe find ourselves missing a few areas of current continents. I don't know what's going on or what it means. It just seems to me that the world has got an itch it's trying to scratch and we're getting earthquakes as a result.

Whatever is going on, I wish it would stop because now that I am a Mom, I find myself worrying for the babies - and by babies, I mean all children-in these countries. I wish I could make it all better for them.

Chicken Pot Pie

2010-03-07T20:37:00.004-05:00

You've got to love the man that spells his daughter's name in dinner.

Then again, I see this crazy sweetness all the time.

Extra Love

2010-02-28T19:29:00.007-05:00

My Mother is an artist. She makes beautiful things. By things, I mean quilts, baby stuff, my wedding dress. In fact, she can make anything she wants and I frequently ask her to make things for Stella so that I don't have to buy it. Crib sheets, receiving blankets, sleep sacks - it doesn't matter, she can make it. She's literally saved us hundreds of dollars. Maybe even a thousand or two.

When Stella was born, my Mom showed up with a car full of boxes of things she made for Stella. One of these things was a youngster size quilt. Stella loves it. She loves the colors in it and often stares at it hanging on the back of my chair. I've told Stella that anything from any Grandma comes with extra love; so Grandma's quilts will always keep her warm and make her feel better by wrapping her with love.

Right now, my girl is cutting her first tooth and has a runny nose that is upsetting her tummy. She's just uncomfortable. Nothing Matt and I have tried has helped her settle into sleep. We've rocked and sang; walked and talked. I finally brought her back downstairs, wrapped her in Grandma's quilt, rocked her and sang a song about how teething sucks. Apparently, Grandma's quilt was exactly what she needed because she finally drifted off to sleep in my arms and is now snoozing away in her crib.

(These pictures are from a particularly chilly day last month however they show a very similar scene - cranky baby, nap needed, Grandma's quilt was the only thing that did the trick).

Thanks Mom. You're the best.

Tastes Like Chicken

2010-02-21T20:28:00.013-05:00

Holy! Could it be? I caught it? I caught it! Mama! Look! I caught the elusive foot!I should promptly give it a proper chewing.What?
It tastes like chicken.

Mama Drama

2010-02-14T20:53:00.005-05:00

I am having the first of what I assume will be many "Mama Dramas". Not guilt mind you, just a moment when things are changing and as a Mom, you are not quite ready. It wouldn't be so bad if it was just one "drama", but in the span of just two weeks, I am experiencing two.

Drama 1: I have decided to stop nursing my daughter. Let me rephrase this, my body decided to stop nursing my daughter. Despite my best efforts to keep it up, my production has been decreasing steadily over the past month. It finally became clear that there was nothing I could do to stop it. I held out to the very end but, last week, there was nothing left. Even though it was obvious that this was coming. I was SO not ready. It's been a week now and as liberating as it is to not have to drag my pump around to work and such, it bugs me that somewhere deep in my subconcious, I thought this was the right decision. Obviously, the subconcious and the concious me are not on speaking terms. I miss the closeness and quiet time with my baby.

Drama 2: Matt has a few editing jobs coming his way over the course of the next few months. The money these will bring will be a big help and I'm sure, after 2 months of playing Mr. Mom full-time, he is ready for a change of pace. So on Tuesday, I will be dropping Stella off at daycare for the first tme. Daycare. Strangers taking care of my girl. Strangers! AAAaaahhhhhhhhh.

I've visited this place and met/talked with the owner several times. She has come highly recommended and is willing to be very flexible when it come to our sporatic scheduling needs. I have been perfectly fine with this decision until now.

Stella is at the age where separation anxiety is just beginning. It will absolutely break my heart to walk away from her while she is crying because a stranger has her. I plan on melting into a puddle of tears the second I get in my car.

Strangers. Watching my girl. Nope. I'm not ready for this. Not ready at all.

No Need to Buy Toys

2010-02-12T20:55:00.005-05:00

I'll entertain myself with this empty milk jug.
Just because the parents and Grandparents have bought me plenty of toys doesn't mean they are nearly as fun as as empty jug. Even better is to throw it on the ground then look up at Daddy with my sweet eyes and watch him pick it up for me. Every. Single. Time.

Bend to my will old man! (bwahahahah...oh...ahem)

Just wait until I learn to pull the cats tail!

Is it bad?

2010-02-06T12:49:00.003-05:00

Is it bad when 1 snow plow is stuck behind your house?
How about 2 snow plows stuck behind your house?

It can't be good when 3 are stuck!

This does not bode well for the street in front of my house where there is 2 plus feet of snow and the cars are just mounds of white with antenna (windshield wipers) sticking out. According to the weatherman, we have approximately 6 more hours of this mess.

And, to make it worse, there is another snow storm expected Tuesday and Wednesday.

FANTASTIC!!! (rolling of eyes)

Yes Please

2010-01-27T16:18:00.003-05:00

I'll take one of these:

Yes. I know its just a giant iPhone minus the phone.
No. I don't neeeeeeed it. I want it. I really really want it.
Why? Because it's an Apple product and I heart Apple and all things Apple. Obviously, my husband has turned me into a believer.
Besides, its all shiny, pretty and new. It makes Matt and I giggle.
So who loves us enough to buy 2 for us? Anyone? (We've discussed sharing and neither of us feel that is an option if we want to remain married.)
We'll be waiting at the door. Feel free to drop it off any time.

I Love the Weekends

2010-01-23T22:11:00.006-05:00

Five days of the week, I'm up and out of the house before Matt and Stella wake. I kiss Matt on the forehead and sneak into Stella's room before I leave to look at that little sleeping angelic face. I always want to hug and kiss on her, but I resist so I don't wake her. I miss her instantly when I walk out the front door.

We like to sleep in on the weekends, however Stella likes to start her day around 7 am. She usually wakes up happy, chatting away and we let her do so until she gets upset. I then happily scoop her out of her crib and scurry back to our room to lay her on her pillow between Matt and I.

We lay there and talk to her. We tell her how much we love her, how cute she is, smile and giggle with her. It's our time to laze around in bed and snuggle on our baby before we start the errands and chores that come with the weekend. It's just 2 mornings out of the 7 that I get to see that beautiful face wake up and smile at me. It's what I want to see those other 5 mornings.

AAahhhhhh, I love the weekends.

Engineer Speak

2010-01-11T20:57:00.007-05:00

An overpressure event resulting in down time for decontamination and discarding or destruction of hazardous materials.

also known as

A diaper blowout resulting in the need for a bath and trashing of clothing.

The top sentence could be applied in its entirety to many tasks I deal with at work.

Yeh, it was that bad. Matt emailed me a picture of her outfit and I'm really glad she saved that for her Daddy. I'll spare you the visual and instead leave you with this cuteness.

A Star is Born!

2010-01-05T12:36:00.003-05:00

3-month-old Stella likes to sing along with me to our favorite song, "Dream a Little Dream of Me".

I love my precious petunia. :)

Looking Back Before Looking Foward

2009-12-29T22:07:00.011-05:00

I remember the turn of the century, the Y2K scare, the big parties. The BIG 2-0-0-0. I know exactly what I was doing - laying on the couch suffering with depression and a nasty cold. It seemed fitting to be sick on the couch during such a grand event I didn't care to be a part of anyway. Now that this decade is ending, I want to take a quick look back before focusing on the future. Walk with me, if you wish.

(2001) A year later, I had managed to "break the chains" of depression and started living again. After just over 2 years of sleeping, feeling numb and being completely disengaged, I suddenly felt...like I could breathe. (It was weird how it had happened too, like the light switch just flipped on one day.) This year is the year I met Matt. This is the year we moved in together. The year he graduated from college.

(2002) I went back to college. At 30. Enough said.

(2003-2005) My life was completely taken over with studying, tests, books, notes, classes. I was a robot going through the motions of life as a college student. I seem to vaguely recall a few much needed drunken nights after final exams. Matt and I also took our very first big vacation together. We took 8 days in between semesters and visited New Orleans, Las Vegas and the Grand Canyon. It was what I needed before beginning my final year of school.

(2006) We rang in this New Year with a bunch of friends on a Carnival Cruise to Cozumel, Mexico. I don't remember much of this cruise which tells me I had one fantastic time! In May, much to my surprise and relief, I graduated with my Chemical Engineering degree. After graduating, I fell into a funk again. Not as bad as before, but definitely a funk. I had spent the last 4 years running at such a high level of stress, I didn't know what to do with myself. It took me awhile to learn to relax. Matt and I were also unsure of our relationship at this point. School had taken so much of my time over the past few years we weren't sure if we knew each other any longer.

(2007) Matt and I became engaged. Obviously, we worked on our relationship and decided this was the right decision for us.

(2008) Wow! This was an exciting year FULL of changes and new adventures. In February, I interviewed for a new job in Northern Virginia and was told the same day that I got the job. A week later, I was told I had four weeks to get my stuff together and move up to Virginia. In March, I moved 1000 miles away from my fiance one month before our wedding. (Yeh, just a bit frantic) After several flights home for weekend visits, Matt and I married in April. I came back to Virginia to work one last week before we took off for our 3 1/2 week European Honeymoon where we visited parts of Italy, Greece, Monaco and Turkey. I then left my new husband in Florida, moved in with my friend Sarah, worked and waited until July when Matt moved up so we could finally start our married life together. Whew!

(2009) Another exciting year for me. In early January, we bought our first home. A three story town home just minutes from my job. It needed a bit of elbow grease, but once we were done (in October) it was exactly what we wanted. We renovated the kitchen, laid new carpet, painted every square inch and stained/sealed the deck. Also in January, we found ourselves pregnant with our first child. In May we learned the sex of the baby and in early October, we were proud parents of a 9 pound baby girl. We were also lucky enough to spend one month back home in Florida visiting with family and friends and showing off our daughter before I returned to work.

As this decade draws to a close, and I look back over the past 10 years, there isn't one thing I regret. I have a wonderful husband, a healthy and beautiful baby girl, a nice home, a good job, fantastic friends (both far and near) and a loving family. This decade started off gloomy but I wouldn't change a thing. It has made me stronger and grateful for what I have. I can honestly say I'm beginning a new decade happier than I have ever been. I'm looking forward to the changes and challenges 2010 will bring.

Happy New Year!
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* If you're lucky and I feel ambitious tomorrow, I'll see what pictures from the past 10 years I can dig up to share with you.

Wheels

2009-12-13T15:43:00.010-05:00

So, a while back, I mentioned that I was getting a new car in November. I asked for advice and got some very good feedback. Want to know what I got?

I knew the Chrysler could work for us and you all know how I loved my 300. It was safe and sturdy and we could all fit. (We packed it up to the gills and drove it to Florida so I know it could hold some serious stuff!). However, I knew we needed to keep our options open and consider all possibilities. So when my Dad asked me to check out the Dodge Journey, I did. I liked it. It rode nice, was comfortable, had all sorts of neat options and hidden compartments and Matt could actually sit comfortably in it. I knew it would also be good fit for us.

Now I was torn between what I wanted and what I needed. Ultimately, I left the decision up to my Father. He knows what I like (I bought the Chrysler w/o ever laying eyes on it!) and what I'll need, plus the way deals/offers change, I knew he would get me the best deal.

So, what did he get me? One of these. A 2010 Dodge Journey.

This color too, which is a change for me as I realized that all the cars I've ever owned have either been silver or some shade of blue. I've had it for a month now and I'm really pleased with it. Because my Dad was able to get a great deal on this one for me, I was able to get some bonus options that I normally would not be willing to pay for. For instance, remote start is something I'm really enjoying especially
being quite adverse to these cold weather days. It also has dual climate control (there's now a neat little storm front between Matt and I because he likes the cold and I like it toasty), heated front seats, a 30gig harddrive, satellite radio, a USB port to load up music and pictures, and an actual electrical outlet.

We decided to lease this vehicle as it worked in our favor to buy the car at the end of the lease than to buy the car initially. All the options that are on it will make it a nice long term vehicle that I can see myself enjoying for quite a while. And although I miss my 300* , I'm having fun in my bright red crossover Mommy mobile.

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* in case you're wondering why I have a strong and weird attachment to the 300-it not only was a really nice and neat car to have, it was also my Dads gift to me for graduating college with my Chemical Engineering degree.

For Your Viewing Pleasure

2009-12-10T20:51:00.014-05:00

The cuteness in chronological order.

Minutes old

Still in the hospital

Gummy grin, finally home

Bee suit cuteyHanging with Mama in Savannah, Ga.

Watching TV with Dad

Singing with Mama

Chillin...

Talkin' to Grandma

Red Ring of Death

2009-12-06T17:23:00.006-05:00

We have an Xbox 360, or I should say we had an Xbox 360. Matt played the thing constantly and we watched the occasional movie on it. Recently, its begun to give us trouble - locking up, screeching noises when the tray opened, it wouldn't read the disks, etc. Last night, it gave us the red ring of death. The end had come.

I was hoping it would give us a few more months before giving up the ghost but it just couldn't hold out with the constant use. I can't complain. We've more than gotten our moneys worth out of that box. It had been lovingly abused for 4 years. I was just hoping we could recoup from having a child and me taking 2 months off before we dished out any money on anything other than necessities. And no, I don't think we need a gaming system. We could surely live with out it however, Matt is home all day with Stella*, keeps the house clean, makes dinner and keeps me straight. That system was his hobby. His break. His "get away from it all" distractor. I couldn't say no.

So now we are the proud owners of a PlayStation 3. And I am enjoying watching my man and our little girl play video games together.

*By the way, he's doing a fan-tab-ulous job as a stay at home Dad - just like I knew he would.

Sleep and Other Quick Updates

2009-11-22T11:00:00.003-05:00

Sweeeeeeet! Our 7 week old daughter has begun to sleep through the night.

Oh! Sweet, precious baby, either I am the best Mother or you are taking pity on me.

I'm thinking she is taking pity on me. I'm grateful. I've deemed this a success as it has happened several nights in a row. Either that or she's resting up for an all night cry fest. Keep your fingers crossed this continues.

We'll be back next weekend and I promise to tell you all about it, our new car and plenty of pictures will be posted. Right now, I'm drinkiing beer and eating good food at a tailgate with good friends --- before we head to the stadium to watch the Saints spank my beloved Bucs. I hope for the best.

Until next weekend, my friends.

Weed

2009-11-12T14:23:00.003-05:00

Our almost 6 week old infant is now officially wearing 3-6 month clothing. We still have some 0-3 month clothing that fits but not for long. Apparently I have given birth to a fast growing weed.

Not Lost

2009-11-02T17:40:00.003-05:00

We're not lost. We have made our way to Florida for the next month to play with friends and family.

We'll be back on here shortly with pictures and stories.
See you soon.

Enamored

2009-10-23T18:31:00.017-04:00

Many years ago, when Matt and I began to date exclusively, I decided to introduce him to my closest friend. This was important to me only because I tended to pick boyfriends on extreme opposite ends of the spectrum. They were either too good or really bad. You know the types, so good you lose interest the next day - borrring - or the type of bad that made you cling to them hopelessly, knowing it was never going anywhere. I figured Matt had to be one or the other and I was too enamored to see it. Sarah was always good at telling me what I didn't want to hear or pointing out what I didn't want to see.

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Like the time we went shopping and when I came out of the dressing room sporting this dress that I just loved, she told me to take it off. It looked better on the hanger. You got to love that type of honesty.

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Anyway.

I asked Sarah and Gabe over for dinner. I believe, at this point, they had already met Matt at our favorite pub but who can really get to know someone screaming over loud music. I figured a quiet evening at home would open the conversation up a bit. I remember the four of us sitting in my apartment eating dinner around the coffee table - because we were young and poor back then, a dining room table was well beyond our means - hoping they didn't notice any serial killer tendancies or anything else that would make me scurry in the opposite direction. Towards the end of the evening, I quietly asked Gabe what he thought. He liked him. I then asked Sarah what she thought and her exact words were (I'll never forget them because it so wasn't what I was looking for at the time) "You'd make beautiful babies together."

(Choke. Cough. Ahem. Ooooo-kay.)

Moving forward nine years, Matt and I have made a baby together. I'm completely enamored with her. I stare at her all the time. I squeeze her and kiss her and smell her little head. I'm completely amazed that we made something so adorable. So beautiful.

I am in love.

Thanks for the warning Sarah, although it wasn't exactly what I was looking for at the time, you were so right. And no, I'm not biased at all.

In other news, our daughter is growing like a weed. At her 2 week appointment, she's gained 1 full pound and grown almost an entire inch in length when compared to her 1 week appointment. After double checking the measurements, the doctor stated the obvious. "Yep, she's going to be a big girl."

Thoughts On Motherhood

2009-10-12T19:16:00.005-04:00

1. I've never worked so hard sitting and rocking in my recliner.

2. Where do belly button stumps go when they fall off? Is there a mythological creature that goes around and collects them? A stump fairy? (I swear, it was there when we last changed her and gone the next time.)

3. How is it such horrible sounds come out of something so adorable.

I Did This

2009-10-08T13:35:00.014-04:00

As you know, I was supposed to be induced on the 30th of September.

Supposed to be.

Matt and I got up early and all ready to go, called the hospital as instructed and was told we were being rescheduled to the 3rd of October due to too many emergencies. The doctor had warned us that though its rare, it happens sometimes. Matt was mad, I was disappointed but ok.

October 3rd, we started all over again. I entered the hospital at 7:30am and was hooked up via IV to Pitocin by 8:00am. This is where the torturous part begins. Waiting. Waiting. Waaaaaaiting. Not a whole lot happened until noon when the doctor decided to break my water. Then, guess what we did - we waited. I didn't expect this to happen quickly but from the time we got started to about 6pm, nothing was happening. I wasn't progressing at all. At 6pm, I finally began to feel some discomfort and asked for an Epidural, thinking this was it.

Nope.

By 7pm the doctor decided to stop the Pitocin drip for half an hour in hopes that the break then restart would trick my body into getting serious about this birth thing. (HA!) He also mentioned "plan B", which Matt and I figured was doctor-speak for C-Section. (We're smart that way, you know).

7:30pm, we were restarted and hopeful this show would start kicking into high gear. (HA!) Yep, a whole lot of nothing was happening at my 9pm check and the doctor threw out the "plan B" option again.

At 10pm, the doctor checked the readings from my contraction monitor, our other vitals and sat down with us to seriously discuss "plan B". Basically, and obviously, the attempt to push me into labor was going nowhere. I was not responding to the Pitocin and "failing to progress" into active labor. My contractions were spaced about 2 minutes apart, but they were not becoming consistently stronger, and my cervix was showing little progression. Finally, he said my body and the baby was telling him to call it quits. My temperature was rising, her heart rate was rising and the Pitocin levels in my system were too high. We were having a C-Section.

Fine.

He had to take care of a couple of emergencies first then I would be moved into the operating room. In the meantime, Matt was gowned up and I was prepped. At 12:45am, October 4th, I was wheeled into the O.R. and the final prep went into full swing. Shortly after, with Matt at my head, it began. At 1:08am, almost 18 hours after this adventure began, a beautiful baby girl was pulled into this world. I didn't hear the typical screaming baby, I heard a whimper, then a small cry and more whimpering. She was here. I was happy - exhausted and doped up - but happy.

(Stella, 10/4/2009, 1:08am, 21.5" long, 9.0 lbs)

Matt was the first to hold her while I was still being tended to and one of the very first things I remember him saying to her is "You may not remember this, but I will never forget it." It didn't hit me at the time exactly how sweet that was - I was kind of out of it - but I hope I remember to tell her about it when she is older.

The hospital stay was a looooooooong 4 nights, and we were ready to go home. Very ready. Looking back, I find it funny now - not so much at the time - that there were 800+ nurses coming and going constantly - all saying "get some rest" as they walked out. About 2 minutes before the next person walked in.

We are now home, happy, healthy and settling in - we even have a semblance of a schedule. Here is a picture of Miss Stella just a few moments before leaving the hospital. I leave you with this beautiful face.

(Stella, 3 days old, leaving the hospital)

Eviction Notice Served

2009-09-25T19:26:00.006-04:00

Dear Stella,

I don't blame you for getting all warm and comfy in "House o' Mama". You have everything you need - food, water, air, warmth, love, shelter - all your basic necessities. I get it, its a pretty sweet setup. At one point in my early existence, I didn't see a reason to leave either as I was 2 weeks late myself. However, you will not get a chance to be late. In fact, you will not get a chance to be on time. Matt and I, along with my doctor, have decided that you can either come out on your own in the next few days or we will be evicting you on Wednesday.

Why you ask? Well, you're getting big and considering the size of your Daddy and the size of your Aunt & Uncles (at birth and currently), it is very likely that you could work your way up to a hefty weight. One day, you will understand that no woman in the world is interested in birthing a big baby. Also, your Mother is completely done with being pregnant (again, something you'll understand later - much later - in life). There is also the convenience of it, which I admit is selfish and unnecessary however, there is something to be said for being able to plan Grandparent visits* and other various life events.

At my last doctors appointment, he 'squished' you so that he could feel where you were and make sure you were still in the correct position. I take it you didn't appreciate it much as you gave him one heck of a kick back (and this wasn't the first time you showed him your disapproval). He chuckled a bit and said "Well, she's solid.", which your Daddy and I have decided is doctor-speak for huge. With that one statement, I became completely comfortable with this decision.

So, little missy, on Wednesday September 30, I will enter the hospital at 7am, and be hooked to an IV containing a drug that will get this whole experience kick started. We will see you later that day and begin the process of getting to know each other and settling in. That is, of course, if I can pry you out of your Father's arms. We're both excited to meet you but he's wearing that silly grin he gets when something makes him really really happy. (You'll get to know this grin very well)

*Your Grandparents will all be here and I'm pretty sure we will have to protect you from your Grandmothers who both have full intentions of kissing and squeezing the skin right off your little body. I apologize to you in advance - they could not love you more if they tried and you will learn to appreciate it.

SAHD

2009-09-23T18:55:00.008-04:00

Several weeks ago, I read an article* about the growing trend of couples chosing for the man to be a Stay at Home Husband/Father. There are plenty of articles out there these days as we see more husbands taking on this role however, this article in particular caught my attention as it stated that many professional women lose interest in and respect for their stay at home husbands over time, resulting in divorce.

My first thought was, "How can you say that? This trend hasn't been happening that long."
My second thought was, "Really?"
My third thought was, "Those people are Nuts."
My final thought was, "If it doesn't work for you, make a different decision before you give up on your marriage. Geeeeez!"

I put the article down with the intention to forget it however, it continued to spring into my mind. Today was one of those days that I thought about this article. See, Matt and I have made a similar decision. Though he works, its free lance and he spends most days at home or working from home. He will be the primary caretaker for Stella, and honestly, me with minimal outside care needed. This being said, here's how our week has been so far:

Monday: Matt got up with me in the morning and made my lunch as I am perpetually running late since entering these final weeks of pregnancy and dinner was on the stove when I got home.

Tuesday: Again, Matt made my lunch in the morning, brought my water bottle to me at work (which I forgot, again, I blame the pregnancy), cleaned/vacuumed the house, made dinner in the evening.

Wednesday: Rinse and repeat - my lunch had a homemade chocolate chip cookie in it (Yum!)and the house smelled wonderful when I walked the door this evening

So now I think back to that article and I think, "WHAT? REALLY?!". I don't know how a woman - a professional, educated woman - can not respect a man that can and will take care of her - in a domesticated sense. It makes my head hurt. I love the mess out of him. I have nothing but respect and appreciation for him and I just really really really like him. A lot.

So Honey, I thank you, for taking care of me, keeping track of me and keeping up with the house and cooking. I will try not to be jealous when your attention is diverted, very shortly, from me to Miss Stella. I wouldn't want anyone else in the world taking care of her or us.

*Of course, I can not locate it right now.

Pregnancy Brain

2009-09-17T18:39:00.012-04:00

I would normally keep my stupid (aka: pregnant) moments to myself and just continually pick on my dear husband, but that just wouldn't be fair would it? Plus, this one, I have to admit is funny. So here you go, behold my pregnant stupid moment.

Matt and I were watching Jeopardy the other night as we always do when eating dinner. This answer came up: "This Red Hot Chili Pepper bears the name of the capital of French Guiana".
My immediate thought was "Well, what are the names of some different types of peppers?" This is a reasonable thought considering the answer that was given, correct? I mean it made sense to me at least.

What didn't make any sense whatsoever was the question that my brain came back with: Who is Flea? **

FLEA!

That is the question I came up with - Who. is. Flea.? This was the only response that my pregnant brain could spew. Instead of saying Cayenne or Poblano or Jalepeno or Green or any other pepper, my brain says FLEA!

**(For those of you who have no idea who or what I mean by "Flea", I will explain. There is a popular rock band called The Red Hot Chili Peppers. The bassist for this band is called "Flea".)

Go ahead. Point and laugh. I can take it. However in my defense, I knew it wasn't correct I just couldn't get my brain to switch gears because I am very very pregnant.

Sigh.

The Day Matt Became His Father

2009-09-12T21:02:00.008-04:00

Today, we finished painting the shutters on the second floor. It didn't take too long to do but was one of those things that needed to be marked off the list before Stella arrives. About half way through, Matt asks me if we have knee pads anywhere because his knees are right at rung level and are beginning to hurt.

He comes down, goes inside - convinced we have knee pads somewhere. I remained outside when the front door opens suddenly and I see this:

and hear: I knew this day was coming

Me: (???)

Matt: The day I become my Father.

You know those dust masks you can buy at your local hardware store? Yep. That's what he has around his knees. These had just enough padding so he didn't feel the rung of the ladder on his knees. And people, I am ashamed to admit that I allowed him to walk around outside just like this. I'm sure the neighbors are questioning what type of people we are.

Then I realized that one day, Stella is going to see this picture and demand a paternity test because this man just can not be her Father.

Sorry little girl, he's all yours. Learn to deal with it.

36 Weeks

2009-09-09T22:34:00.009-04:00

Yep. You guessed it. It's me again in my housework clothes. This weekend was the finishing of the kitchen. (Stay tuned for pictures) OOOooooo, would you just look at that belly!!! HOLY BABY!

This picture is known as "Done-lop" as in "My belly done-lopped over my belt"- only it forgot to actually lop. I spend a large amount of time pulling the front of my shirt down. I just can't justify buying new maternity shirts for the last 3 weeks. It's just silly.

I also spend quite a bit of time telling her to get out already. I would just LOVE to see my feet again - or better yet, be able to tie my shoes without hurting myself. Oh, and not that I mean to brag but with three weeks left, I've managed to avoid the whole stretch mark thing. Keep your fingers crossed that this remains the case for a few more weeks.

He's Not Heavy

2009-09-05T15:31:00.010-04:00

He's My Brother. **

At least that's what I hope Iddle is saying while Mouse is sitting his fat behind on him. There's a reason Mouse is frequently called "Mouse-loaf", "Chubalicious", "Fat Bastard", "Porter-Mouse" - the list goes on.

Household saying often heard in this house pertaining to Mouse: When he hauls ass, he's got to make two trips!

**(True statement. They are from different litters but the same Mama-cat. Also brothers to Sid & Klaus of the Sarah and the Goon Squad variety)

Alternate Titles:

Does this make my butt look big? or Is there something on my butt?

Thoughts On Pregnancy, 4

2009-08-31T19:53:00.005-04:00

1. Yep, lasts forever

2. As an Engineer and a woman, I feel the female anatomy has been poorly designed in relation to pregnancy. I feel it would greatly benefit mankind to re-design the placement of or the materials of construction of the bladder.

3. Really tired of feeling like I really really have to pee, only not really - it's just that poor design thing I mentioned in #2.

4. As exciting and sweet as it is to feel her move around, I can do without the heavyweight boxing match she's having with whatever on my right side has angered her so badly.

5. Is it normal to be bruised from the inside?

6. Those achey parts are multiplying

7. Childbirth classes are very informative however, there are just some things where "ignorance is bliss" applies 100%

8. Those women who just looooove being pregnant need psychiatric care

9. As much as I know I am not and never will be ready for a newborn - I'm ready for this whole pregnancy thing to be over now

10. Did I mention it lasts forever?

From the Mouths of Husbands, Part VI

2009-08-24T19:28:00.004-04:00

Scene: Master bedroom where I am changing out of my work clothes; Matt walks in.

Matt: (giggling) Your belly is getting so big.
Me: I know, she's really growing
Matt: It's almost time for another belly picture.
Me: I was thinking we'd do that again when I'm at 36 weeks. I'm only 34.
Matt: But... the camera lens is only so big
Me: (stare)
Matt: I can only zoom out so far
Me: (stare)
Matt: I can only back up so far
Me: (stare)
Matt: (walking out of the room, still giggling) Aahhhh, I crack me up.

If he wasn't so damn cute, he'd be in trouble.
Also, he may be right.

From the Mouths of Husbands, Part V

2009-08-19T18:46:00.006-04:00

These days, I resemble a beach ball with legs and arms. I feel a lot like it too. After work, this beach ball plops on the couch with no intention of moving ever again. Ever. Said beach ball is wearing me out.

Many of these "plop on the couch" nights, when it's time for bed, Matt has to help me up to at least the sitting position. Even if I had the energy, I can barely maneuver to the sitting position from a supine position.

So, last night, I tried to sit up on my own and Matt laughed at me. What was so funny?

He said, "You look like an over turned turtle with arms and legs flailing in the air".

He may be right but he was in so much trouble and I yelled at him right after I finished giggling.
Silly silly boy. Hmph.

See Anything Unusual?

2009-08-12T18:45:00.005-04:00

Just wondering if anything strikes you as odd and what your thoughts are because, you know, I find something out of the ordinary here. Just wondering if it's just me.

32 and Counting Plus Stuff

2009-08-10T21:32:00.013-04:00

32 week belly picture:

To me, this picture looks very similar to the last belly picture I posted. Only this time, I'm in my house working (aka: deck sealing, shutter painting and grass cutting) clothes. The doctor has assured me that my belly has grown right on track and will continue to grow. You may not be able to tell in this picture but, boy oh boy, I feel it and the poor earphones I use to place on my belly at night to introduce her to various types of music and lullabies are on the verge of raising the white flag of surrender.

She's a wiggle worm, there isn't much kicking these days as there is fidgeting. I frequently call her "Squirmy McSquirmison" because it really feels like something is squirming under my skin. And let me tell you about attitude. She's got plenty and makes no bones about what she does or doesn't like.

Matt and I have signed up for classes at the hospial. Birthing class, breastfeeding, baby making (oh wait - I think we may have mastered this one), and of course, the all important facility tour. The tour, to me, is the most important. Matt, for all his fantastic qualities and the many reasons I married him, is directionally challenged. I can just see him getting lost for a half hour or so when I've just sent him down the hall.

I still haven't cried "Uncle" at work yet but last week was much easier than the previous few weeks. I'm hanging in there and my bosses have given me the "just say the word and we'll do whatever you need" talk so that is encouraging. My swelling days are few and not that bad; my breathing is hit or miss. I've also found out that my maternity leave will be covered under Short Term Disability so I will receive 2/3 of my pay while we are resting and healing. BONUS! That makes the old wallet breathe a little easier.

Speaking of maternity leave, shortly after she makes her arrival, Matt and I will be packing up the car and heading home. I'm not looking forward to the drive however I am looking forward to going home for several weeks to spend time with family, friends and warm weather. The primary reason we are going home is to trade in my leased car and pick up a new one. I've decided to get a newer version of the car I currently lease (Chrysler 300). We are going to take our time getting there , stopping along the way to visit friends in North Carolina and spend a few days in Savannah, Georgia - if for no other reason than to give us a chance to rest just in case. I have no idea how this will go with a newborn. We may be crazy for even trying this or it may work out fine. I guess we're going to find out.

Realization

2009-08-05T21:09:00.006-04:00

I just looked at Matt and said "Eight more weeks."

Then I heard what I said.
Then I realized what it meant.

...stunned blinking...

Then I yelled, "HOLY CRAP EIGHT! EIGHT!" and peed a little.

Now, excuse me while I go catch my breath and find my heart.
It's on the floor, somewhere, along with my chin.

Occasional Indulgence

2009-08-03T22:19:00.004-04:00

For the past several years, Matt, his brother and a few friends have taken off for a long weekend of fun in Las Vegas. I call it "The Boy Weekend" and this past weekend was it. Matt was surprised that I supported him going this year with a baby due in 2 months, but my thinking was, why not?

So far so good in the pregnancy and there's no way to know what or if anything will happen,
we don't know what next year will bring us (we've always handled this trip on a year by year basis),
I believe that boys need some time to be boys away from their significant others and
I enjoy this weekend too.

You see, I get to sleep in the middle of a king size bed by myself, I get unchallenged control of the remote, there's no "we have to do" or "we have to get" and - this is my favorite part - I get to rediscover all my favorite comfort foods.

I can cook and yes, I probably should, but I'm not going to. I'm tired at the end of the day and I just don't feel like it. I won't even mention the fact that I'm completely spoiled with Matt making dinner for me most nights. I can readily admit this.

So, what are my favorite comfort foods? You know what they are - the ones that got you through the first years out on your own, got you through college, the things you grabbed after a night of drinking, the only thing you could afford or knew how to make yourself. Mine were Kraft Mac & Cheese, Totino's party pizza, chicken strips and last but not least, the good ol' PBJ.

Are they good? Debateable.
Are they good for me? Probably not.
Are they still yummy in a nostalgic way? Absolutely!

I love them and look forward to them every year - for just a few days. Because that's all I can handle.

What are your secret comfort foods?

Stella's Room

2009-07-28T21:19:00.031-04:00

When we realized we were pregnant, we knew immediately which room was going to be for the baby. I also immediately knew that I didn't want a true baby nursery, I didn't want to spend a ton of money (college is expensive, you know) and I definitely didn't want a boy/girl only room. I wanted a kids room that is easy/cheap to change when she starts getting mouthy about what she does or doesn't want.

SO! This is what we did:

==Neutral creamy paint that was used in the majority of the house

==Grandma L bought the crib which converts to a toddler bed, day bed then a full size bed

==The dresser came from Target for a $100

==Grandma P made the quilt hanging above the crib (her masterpiece, the woman has mad skills)

==Lamp came from Ikea (LOVE IKEA)

==A friends Mom made the quilt above the dresser

==The toy chest was mine as a child

==The puppy picture was a cross-stitch made by us

==Everything else was laying around the house

==The kitties on the wall were stencils we found at a craft store and for minimal money/effort, we gave the room a touch of girlness

Crying Uncle

2009-07-24T22:21:00.016-04:00

Remember the post where I said "I never know what part of my body is going to ache"? Now remember the post where I mentioned my flat feet?

Yeh - I know what part of me is going to ache consistently now. Maybe ache is not the correct word - extreme pain may be a better description. I've had a toothache that didn't hurt as bad as my feet hurt at the end of the day.

I've been hell-bent during this pregnancy to remain as active as I physically can. I think it is very important to my health - physical, mental and emotional. This is especially true at work. I don't like to be stuck at my desk. (Borrrrr-ing) I don't like to feel like I can't do my job, or that anyone needs to pick up tasks that I can't or haven't done. Sure, there are co-workers that can easily step in and help but we all have very full plates and do our best to just keep up. I don't wish to lay any extra work on anyone until I absolutely have to. I prefer to be "business as usual" for as long as I possibly can.

The past few weeks at work have been brutal. This past week in particular. Its been non-stop which I would normally welcome as it makes for a quick work week however this past week felt a lot like forever. I typically work 10-12 hour days of which usually half of 2 or 3 days are spent on my feet. Except this past week where I can say most of every day has found me standing or running from one spot to the next.

Friday was the worst! By the time I made it back to my desk to tidy up, shoot off a few emails and make a few phone calls, I knew my feet were going to be a problem. The thought of walking from my desk to my car made me want to cry. Along with the horrible foot pain, my feet and hands are beginning to swell, my breathing is becoming more difficult and the constant headaches are back - new and improved. (I now feel like the right side of my head is on fire - BONUS!) I know now that it will not be long before I have to slow down.

Will it be this week? Probably not. I will just continue to whine to my cube-mate (poor guy, he has to deal with me everyday. He may be a Saint. Thanks and sorry Ben) Based on the pages and calls I've recieved this weekend, I've got another rough week ahead of me. I actually look forward to it - oddly. I like the pressure, it's a strange drug for me, but its coming. Sooner or later, I will be crying uncle.

Weekend Work

2009-07-21T21:04:00.005-04:00

Our weekend was dictated by house work.

I know I've said this before but we are very, very slowy nearing the end of work that was on our list of things to do when we bought this place in January. I'm pleased with it and proud of our work. It's turning into a cozy first home and we've learned a lot about home repair, upkeep and what we can and can't do. Thank you internet for being the great keeper of all things DIY.

This weekend the deck was our chosen victim. The deck was in desperate need of attention. If nothing else, it needed a good scrub and protectant seal. We decided to go the extra step and give it some color too. Matt pressure washed it earlier in the week so that we could stain it this weekend. It was a long day but we are so pleased with the results. See for yourself.

Yes, this deck had been cleaned and was looking gooooood. Can you imagine what it look liked before? You can see the very beginning of the staining.

It was a long hard weekend and we were wiped out. Now we have to give it a really good seal. One more weekend of deck work then on to the shutters. Who feels like painting the shutters?

Anyone?

Headlines That Make You Go "Huh?!

2009-07-16T22:30:00.006-04:00

GAY PENGUINS BREAK UP

Yup. Apparently this is breaking news.
I kid you not, people. Go check it out yourselves.

http://www.cnn.com/video/#/video/us/2009/07/16/bush.gay.penguins.kron

I have ALL sorts of things to say about this.
1. Really? This is CNN news worthy?
2. Wait - this is just plain old news worthy?
3. Who did this reporter anger enough to get this story?
4. Did the reporter just say "switched sides"?
5. Penguin stalking?
6. How do we know they are/were gay? Maybe they were just good friends/room mates until a "lady penguin" became available? (and Pepper lost the coin toss)
7. You've got to feel sorry for Pepper
8. Finally and sadly, you just know some ignorant jerk is going to point to this story and say to their child, "See, if a penguin can change his mind and go straight, you can too. This proves that this is a lifestyle choice." or something equally devastating to a young person struggling to be who they are with parents/family/friends that are unaccepting.

Feel free to share your thoughts on this story.

On Class

2009-07-15T20:42:00.003-04:00

No, don't be silly. I'm not trying to be classy or more refined, I gave up on that years ago.

What I'm talking about are those classes you are offered in your third trimester by the hospital. Like childbirth, baby care and breastfeeding classes. I realize we're all going to have different experiences and needs as well as "educational levels" - if there is such a thing - when it comes to baby stuff but what were your experiences with them? Are they worth the money and time?

Thoughts On Pregnancy, 3

2009-07-11T19:38:00.010-04:00

Its weird to see the inside of my own belly button

I didn't know my belly button could do that

She thinks its fun to kick the belly button

The belly button is not an escape hatch, I promise

Bending over is hard, it cramps her space

Eating also cramps her space - mine too

I'm pretty sure I'm giving birth to Stewie

She's taken to 'running' in circles in there (I think she has her own track)

Being tickled from the inside is weird

Pregnancy weight is really bad for someone with flat feet

The sweetest thing I've ever seen is Matt laying his head on my belly, talking and humming to her, telling her he loves her and kissing her.

The funniest thing ever is after all that affection, she kicks him in the head.

(Heh - she is totally my daughter and we are in SO much trouble.)

BEHOLD - the 28 week belly picture! **

** Ok, so I'm not all dolled up for this photo op. Give me a break people, I just entered my third trimester, its the weekend and I'm in my comfy clothes. What do you expect?

One Reason My Husband Needs Me

2009-07-08T21:30:00.006-04:00

His inability to open and peel a banana without breaking it in half.**
I don't know how he does it, but it throws us into a fit of giggles every time.

You should witness his inability to use a pair of scissors which he says are purely the fault of the scissors in this house only.

**If you try to do this by purpose, its difficult to do so cleanly.

Oh Say Can You See

2009-07-02T19:17:00.008-04:00

Matt and I have planned a weekend away this weekend. It's not very far away, but its a chance to detach from the house, the cats, work and responsibilities for a couple of days and enjoy each others' company without feeling guilty for not working on the house and before Stella makes her arrival.

Where are we going you ask? Washington DC.

Don't we live just outside of DC? Why yes, yes we do.

Um? Yes, I know - but we never go to DC. We always talk about it but never do.

This year, after hearing so much about the awesome fireworks show, I decided (completely spontaneously last weekend***) that we were going to get a hotel room in downtown DC for Friday & Saturday nights and enjoy ourselves. We're not making any plans, schedules or reservations. Our only goal is to watch fireworks, enjoy ourselves and relax with each other. However, if you have any suggestions of things we should see or restaurants we just have to try, please feel free to let us know about it.

I'm ready for the weekend. Now if only I could have a beer. Or three.

***My Mom works for Marriott and I get family discounts. When I made the call, I thought for sure they would be completely booked and my spontaneous plans would be dashed. I was pleasantly surprised.

Hooked Up

2009-06-27T10:20:00.005-04:00

Do you know whats better than getting free random stuff?
Getting free baby stuff.

Do you want to know who is the coolest person in the world?
The person giving away free baby stuff.

Thanks Lumpyheads Mom! Feel free to unload baby stuff on me any time.

(Seriously, WOW! Thank you.)

The Downward Spiral Continues

2009-06-24T22:07:00.004-04:00

Should I be concerned about Matt or should I feel sorry for this video game character?

Both?

From the Mouths of Husbands, Part IV

2009-06-21T18:38:00.005-04:00

(While shopping for car seats)

Me: Do you want to get the second base?
Matt: (with a twinkle in his eye) I would LOVE to get to second base, baby.
Me: (Sigh)

Who is That?

2009-06-18T22:23:00.012-04:00

It's no secret that Matt loves his XBOX 360. In fact, sometimes I think he loves it too much. I don't say much about it though, I like to watch him play.

Recently, a new game came in the mail (we rent them) and he excitedly loaded it into the console. He began to create his character which I usually don't pay much attention to however, the giggling coming from the big green comfy chair was just too much.

I looked up at the TV and witnessed this. ***

***I always thought he created his characters in these games based on his perception of himself (or maybe thats just what I would have done). It looks like Matt and I need to have a little talk about body image and self respect.

(The last one he unwisely proclaimed, "Look Honey, I gave him your tummy." Hmph.)

Whaaaa?

2009-06-13T11:29:00.006-04:00

Lesson learned.
Do not become distracted while changing clothes and leave the dresser drawer open. A "guest" will find it a suitable napping place.

Thanks for furr-ing that up for me Roscoe - I didn't just wash that or anything.

Thoughts On Pregnancy, 2

2009-06-02T19:07:00.004-04:00

1. Pregnancy is interesting, I never know what part of me is going to ache from one day to the next.
2. I didn't know my belly could get this big. Wait. How much further do I have to go? D'OH!
3. Parts of me are "vanishing", I'm pretty sure there are feet attached to those toes.
4. Heh. Finally! Something makes my chest look smaller.
5. Stairs suck.
6. Falling down the stairs sucks more. (especially when the big toe attached to that vanishing foot is injured)
7. Being kicked from the inside is really cool and kind of weird.
8. Being kicked from the inside is something I could never explain to anyone who hasn't experienced it.
9. Watching the expression on Matt's face when he finally felt her kick was priceless - after he realized I didn't have the hiccups.
10. HOLY COW - I'M GROWING SOMETHING! Don't you people know my plants die within moments of coming into my care.
11. I'm pretty sure this pregnancy is progressing without all the "side effects" that are usually associated with being pregnant to lure me into a false sense of security when it comes time for Pregnancy 2.0.

Reading

2009-05-28T22:58:00.005-04:00

This evening during dinner conversation with Matt, he mentioned a book he wants to read. I instantly became envious of this desire and made the comment "I wish I could read". Which he replied "What? Did you forget how"?

(Huff)

ANYWAY.

Unfortunately, I have not been able to read but a few books in their entirety over the past several years. There was a time I would devour most anything someone put in front of me but I seem to have lost my reading "groove". I miss it and wish I could find the spark again.

I've tried many different authors and genres thinking my tastes had changed. I've tried forcing myself to keep going but always end up quitting half way through once I realized that I'd seen the words but hadn't paid attention to what they were saying and was hopelessly lost. I've tried reading in bed, on the weekends, in a different room from my husband, outside, rainy days only, etc. I'm at a loss.

I would really like to reacquaint myself with my old friend but have run out of ideas. Do you have any suggestions?

Karate Kick

2009-05-26T19:21:00.005-04:00

Dear Stella,

It's amazing how you have gone from being quiet and unnoticed (aside from my expanding belly) to training for the Olympics. HOLY KICK! I had heard that I would initially feel you as a flutter, like butterflies. Either I missed it or you went straight for the karate kick. Considering you have half my genetic code, you probably went straight for the kick. If this is any indication of our future relationship, and you have truly taken after me, you madam, are grounded. Call it a preemptive grounding and I'm beginning the "ruining of your life" early. You and I have a long way to go and whether you know it or not, you have plenty to time to train for the Olympics, now is not it.

Love,
Mama

P.S. You should really let your Daddy feel you kick sometime. Every time he puts his hand on my belly, you stop moving. I'm sure some people would say he has a calming effect on you. I think you're just being a little stinker already. I'm on to you little girl.

From the Mouths of Husbands, Part III

2009-05-25T20:41:00.006-04:00

Matt: (rubbing my tummy) Is Stella craving brownies?
Me: Um. No.
Matt: Oh. It must be me then.

Little One

2009-05-21T20:52:00.012-04:00

Dear Little One,

When I found out I was pregnant, I demanded it be a boy. There was never a question in my mind, it just had to be a boy. What was I going to do with a girl? I've never been real good at being a one myself.

As our Ultrasound date approached, I began to brace myself for and come to terms with the words "It's a girl". I was worried that I would be disappointed and so was Matt. I didn't want to feel that way. I had to be okay with those few words.

Today, we saw your legs, arms, fingers, toes, belly, bones, and nose. Even your beating heart and other organs. There were measurements taken and pictures printed. Everything is right where it should be and looks perfectly healthy. A little on the long side perhaps but considering your Dad is a mere 6'6" in height, I had already planned on having a long baby.

Then I saw your face and it no longer mattered what your secret parts were. If you were a boy, we would do boy things then cuddle when you were sure that no one was watching. (I won't tell, I promise) If you were a girl, you could be my tom-boy and climb trees with a pink ribbon in your hair. It no longer mattered to me.

The Ultrasound tech said the words, "It's a girl" and I smiled. I wasn't disappointed, I was happy. You have the sweetest face, with my nose. You are already sleeping just like your Daddy with your hands behind your head. Your name will be Stella Maris. We love that name. We love you.

Love,
Momma

P.S. If you chose to be a ribbons and lace type of girl, I ask for your patience, understanding and forgiveness if I woefully fail to live up to your expectations - your Momma preferred climbing trees to playing with dolls.

From the Mouths of Husbands, Part II

2009-05-20T20:52:00.003-04:00

(Preparing Dinner)

Matt: Can you shuck the corn for me?
Me: Sure.
Matt: You can be my Mother Shucker.

Sigh.

Money, Money, Money

2009-05-17T18:38:00.009-04:00

With Spawn on the way, Matt and I have begun to look more closely at our spending habits and ways to cut them back. Babies are expensive you know.

We always knew we went out to eat more than we should. It's becoming more frequent for neither of us to feel like cooking at the end of the day. This will now be reserved for special occassions or the once in a while brunch. No, we haven't defined the "once in a while" yet. We just started this process.

We are also looking at our other bills. I know our grocery bill will need to change, especially since we will not be eating out so much. I feel there are ways to greatly slash this bill. We will be working from a weekly menu and sticking with it. I am going to begin to clip coupons from the news paper (and hope I remember to use them) and start looking at buying in bulk.

When it comes to getting ready for the baby, we have found yard sales, second hand stores and sale watching are great helpers. At one yard sale, we bought quite a bit of clothing, a bouncy seat, infant tub, bibs and burping cloths that we spent all of $20 on. All I have to do is put a bit of elbow grease into cleaning them up. I felt like I scored. As much I would love buy brand new baby things and smother my first child in the best of the best, I come from a large family and know that an infant will quickly outgrow most anything before we get our moneys worth from it.

Of course, we can always do things such as cut off the internet, the cable TV, the lights but I refuse to live like a hobbit and would rather look at other ways to save money first.

With that being said, what ideas, thoughts, or suggestions do you have? Do you have any websites that you visit for coupons or making extra money that you would like to share? Any baby swap group? Bring it on - I'm willing to consider it all.

From the Mouths of Husbands

2009-05-12T22:56:00.005-04:00

Lately, Matt has made some comments that I feel necessary to share. Both are related to my pregnancy and made me laugh. I hope you get a chuckle out of them as well.

#1:
(As I grow bigger, I'm beginning to realize why pregnant women are always touching their stomachs. Aside from the kicking (of which I think I've just begun to experience), this is the hardest my stomach has ever been. It feels weird).

Me: (poking at my tummy) Huh. This feels weird. Its hard, like one of those rubber balls that kids play with in the grocery store. Come feel it.

Matt: (pressing on my tummy) Yeh, it's because you've got a bunch of water and stuff in there.

Me: And stuff? Your unborn child is STUFF?

#2:
(As I'm passing him in the kitchen)

"It's a good thing you're pregnant, you'd look funny with a beer belly"

It's a damn good thing I love him.

Vehicular Decison

2009-05-10T20:56:00.012-04:00

Dear Mommy Friends and Friends of Mommy Friends,
(Mommy Friends: please send your Mommy friends here to give their opinions. Being new at this "thinking like a Mommy" thing, I'll take all the help I can get)

Talk to me about cars. My lease on my beloved Chrysler 300 is ending in 6 months. Just a month after Spawn is due to arrive. (I guess I should explain that the unborn child I am carrying is affectionately referred to as Spawn by Matt and I). So I ask you, what type of vehicle do I want? Better yet, what type of vehicle do I need? A car? An SUV/Minivan?

Keep in mind:

1) my Father sells Jeeps, Chryslers, Dodges and Kias at his dealership and I have my pick (after he weeds out the models he deems unworthy for his daughter & grandchild)

2) Matt drives a (leased) Jeep Grand Cherokee that we will be returning in about 2 years for something new and sparkly - and bigger if needed.

3) Matt will be a SAHF (stay at home Father) and we planned that the car seat will be permanently housed in his Jeep as my car barely goes anywhere other than to work.

4) The new car will be purchased, not leased so I will have to like and it will have to fit us and our plans for a good long time.

5) I married a very tall man and there are a limited number of vehicles that he will fit in. (You'd be surprised what he won't fit into!)

What have you found? In a household with 1 parent working inside the home and 1 parent working outside - is it really necessary to have 2 vehicles that can easily accomodate car seats/baby gear (i.e. 2 minivans, 2 SUVs)? Or is it more practical to have 1 larger vehicle as the primary child cruiser and 1 vehicle that is smaller but will work if necessary?

My thoughts? The Jeep will be fine for now and we can re-evaluate when it comes time to return it. I'll get myself another Chrysler 300. (I really like my 300) If I wasn't trying to be a grown up, I would really like one of those sexy new Dodge Challengers. Rawr, purr.

Yes, I admit to being somewhat of a 13 year old boy. What do you expect from a Daddy's girl w/four brothers? C'MON - it's just sexy!

Help.

Thoughts on Pregnancy, so far

2009-05-06T18:07:00.009-04:00

As I said, I learned I was pregnant on January 26th. I found out early - real early, like barely pregnant early. Call it a hunch and just happened to have an EPT on hand early.

I have a few girlfriends that have children and I come from a large family so I have a clue about pregnancy, what can happen or not. I won't even begin to complain after seeing what some of my friends have been through, I know I'm lucky. My nausea was morning only and lasted all of four days, the blinding exhaustion the first few months was nothing like I have ever experienced (but hey, I wasn't puking!), I'm out of breath a lot and I'm still dealing with the daily headaches although they seem to be letting up a bit. All said, I think I've gotten off pretty easy - so far.

I am currently 18.5 weeks pregnant. Almost half way and up until the weekend before last, my normal clothes still fit. They had begun to get a bit snug but, meh, nothing I couldn't work with. Then! "I popped"! And I do mean popped. I had heard of this phenomenon. I understood the concept. Or at least I thought I did. However I had no clue that I would go to bed one Saturday evening after wearing my normal clothes all day to waking up Sunday morning desperately needing to go shopping for clothes that fit.

So I ask you, where did this come from? I have to admit, I like this picture, it makes my tummy look much smaller than it is and my face looks skinny! (Good job honey. Thanks!)

I have found one fantastic thing about pregnancy that I never would have ever guessed. The best feeling in the whole world is to scratch my tummy when I change out of my work clothes. Oh sweet heaven!

Oh and all you girls that got those, uhhh, "nice" dreams - you know the ones with George Clooney or Brad Pitt or your neighbors husband, your husband, clowns, mimes...whatever - wish some my way. I've been having horrid vivid nightmares for the past couple of months. I've never really remembered any of my dreams, but these are sticking with me and I could use something, ummm, "fun".

2009-05-06T18:06:00.000-04:00

So We Meet Again

2009-05-04T22:16:00.006-04:00

Huh? Oh. Hi! I know, it has been quite a while since we've last spoken. I've missed you too. It's just been so crazy lately.

Lets catch up, shall we? I'll start.

1. When we last spoke, Matt and I had just bought a 3-level townhome. I'm happy to say we are darn near fully settled in. Home improvements are nearing completion and have been very time consuming. Yes, I have been taking before and after pictures however...

2. ...my laptop died. My new laptop died. Nope. Not kidding. I've spent a large portion of my free time trying to correct what the VISTA update destroyed with no luck. I've had to ship my laptop off to Gateway to repair it. Needless to say, I've lost all 'pre pictures that were on it. Descriptions will have to suffice.

3. Work keeps my insanely busy. Really. It's a madhouse.

4. Finally, the most shocking and exciting news of all, on January 26th I learned that I am pregnant with our first child. Needless to say, this has put a whole new spin on "got to get the house ready as soon as possible". Obviously, this is including setting up a nursery and gathering baby gear. I'm weary already.

So lets recap - bought house, got pregnant, killed laptop, work is trying to kill me. All in three months. It's got to be some type of record.

So whats new with you? Anything exciting?

Again, I apologize for my extended absence but, I am back and have lots of stories to share - including pictures.

The Many Faces of Moving - Cat Style

2009-01-16T16:14:00.009-05:00

I'll hide under the bathroom sink and act all scared while Mommy cleans the bathroom. She'll never clean under here so I'm surely protected.

Where's the rest of my stuff? Why is this in the living room? Where are you taking that? What do you mean "I'm in the way!"?

Supervisors.

I think we can all figure out what this face says. Now if only he could hold out that middle finger.

In other news, we are completely moved in. Everything we own is on ONE floor of our 3 story townhouse. We slept on our mattress in the middle of our dining room last night. We were exhausted and sore! Tomorrow we start unpacking and continuing with the improvements.

Don't worry, we are taking pictures and will post them once we complete a room so you can follow the progression.

Hey! Do you want to know what sucks worse than moving in July/August in Florida?...Moving in January in Virginia. Yep! We woke up this morning and it was a blistering 6 degrees. (SIX, PEOPLE! DO YOU HEAR ME!?!? SIX!) This Florida girl does not do six.

We are now at the apartment doing a final clean and gathering of the cats. (Yeh, they're really pleased.

OH! And for those of you who don't already know - if there are any left - today is Matt's birthday. HAPPY BIRTHDAY HONEY! I love you! (See, I remembered yours....and no, you're never going to live it down.)

That's Just Naaaaaasty

2009-01-11T08:30:00.005-05:00

Dear Former Owner of the Townhouse we just purchased,

1. I am guilty of loving me some fried foods, we probably all are, but HOLY GOOGLY MOOGLY SIR! you should probably have your heart checked because I am pretty sure you have some seriously clogged arteries. I am basing this off the amount of grease Matt and I pulled and are still pulling up from the kitchen cabinets.

Speaking of grease, sir. A simple wipe down of your kitchen cabinets once in a blue moon would help to keep the bleeping cabinets clean.

2. I see that there may be some bugs you think are cute. I disagree with you, but that is my opinion and you are allowed yours. HOWEVER, bugs are not pets and living with this many in your kitchen cabinets is absolutely UNACCEPTABLE! Just EW.

3. Also, for future reference, all the beeping that you heard in the house was not aliens coming to get you. It was all 6 smoke detectors alerting you that they needed new batteries to continue to protect you and yours.

DUDE - in your next home, pick up a sponge and some basic cleaning solution and you find it really helps.

Ew, ew, ew, ew, ew, ew, and EEEEEEEEEEWWW!

In the words of Cleveland from Family Guy...AW, THAT'S JUST NAAAAAASTY!

Thanks, Lori

PS. Before and after shots will be coming. We will start improvements once we can get it at least a little clean. Honestly, its just the kitchen. Its not at an acceptable level of clean for Matt and I. We've seen SO MUCH WORSE than this, but still, you know?

The Great House Coaster

2009-01-08T19:38:00.007-05:00

OY! It's a good thing we like rollercoaster rides because this whole house buying experience has been quite a ride.

Here's how our day went. (keep in mind our closing is tomorrow)

Early Morning: I woke up much later than I had planned and barely made it to work on time. That should have been my first clue that today was going to be one of "those" days.

10:30 am: Appraisal came in (late) and is $8500 less than the agreed to selling price.

WHAM-O!

12:30 pm: Sent an appraisal contingency notice and a copy of the appraisal to the seller.

wait wait wait

2:40 pm: Our agent wrote up a addendum that we signed in hopes the seller would agree to the change in price and we would be ready.

wait wait wait wait DIE wait wait wait wait

6:00 pm: The seller agreed to the price drop, (WOO HOO, die again) our agent faxed over the addendum we prepared in advance

(I heart our agent!)

6:42 pm: The seller signed the addendum and sent it back. (if thats not a record, I don't know what is)

7:19 pm: Our lender and the title company notified us that they will be working late to make the changes and be ready for closing tomorrow but requested that we give them a couple of extra hours tomorrow.

SO! If everything runs smoothly tomorrow, we will be closing at 4pm on our new home. I feel better, but I am still a bit cautious. I won't relax until we have the keys in our hands.

I might be entirely too exhausted to be excited or I may have really died, I'm not really sure anymore. This has been one wild ride and right now, I know I feel a lot like this.

I've Been Keeping a Secret

2008-12-29T23:21:00.005-05:00

It became obvious to me that by telling all the inter-world we found a house before we had a fully ratified contract angered the Housing Gods who then caused everything to unravel purely for spite.

(What? That doesn't make sense? I disagree. It makes complete irrational sense.)

Now that the "thumbs up" has been giving by the "Housing Gods"... we're buying a house!!

FOR REAL AND FOR TRUE!

I know. I can't believe it either.

News came today that we now have a fully ratified contract and our closing date is 1/9/09. And let me tell you there's nothing like cutting it close, we have to be out of our apartment by 1/14/09. Between the cleaning, painting, fixing and moving - we will be a very tired couple. Luckily, I had taken that week off with hopes that we would be moving.

More information later, right now we are in Florida for Christmas and having a wonderful time. If it wasn't for that whole having to go back to work in Virginia thing, I would never leave ever again.

WTF?!?!?! Really?

2008-12-18T21:55:00.002-05:00

That is all I'm going to say about this.

http://today.msnbc.msn.com/id/28284679?GT1=43001.

When I showed this to Matt, his statement was - "that's really messed up. Congrats, BK, you've outcreepied yourself again"

I have to agree.

Just ew.

The Reason I Married Him

2008-12-10T21:16:00.006-05:00

How many times have you come home from work after a 13 hour bad day with really sore feet to find this?Today was my day.

Dinner (salad w/steak and homemade onion soup) on the table with a foot soak at my feet.

This is what I wearily came home to find, all set up and waiting for me by my perfect husband.

Feel free to be jealous, I know I married Mr. Perfect.

Screeeeeeeeeech – CRASH!

2008-12-02T23:15:00.003-05:00

That, my friends, was the sound of a house deal hitting a very thick brick wall. Matt and I have decided to walk away from this property due to lack of positive feedback from the lister as well as the bank who owns the property. At this point, it feels more like a cat and mouse game and we are the mice. When we do get information, it is contradictory to something we've been told previously, or it seems to have an underlying "if-and-or but" involved that makes us very uncomfortable. After speaking with our agent, who is equally uncomfortable/concerned, we have decided to put this deal on the back burner and consider it a lost cause unless something changes that makes this deal seem MUCH less shady.****

Before we go any further, lets all put our bad-attitudes on. Follow me people -
HMPH!, kick at the ground, roll eyes, cross arms indignantly, shift weight to one foot and start tapping the other.

Ok, now that that is out of the way. Back to the drawing board we go, with 6 weeks left before we have to be out of our apartment – including the 2 weeks that we will be in Florida for Christmas.

(Feel free to freak out right along with us)

What makes this whole situation much worse, there isn't anything new in our price range that we haven't looked at and scratched off the list for one reason or another. We either have to settle for something that doesn't really work for us or, extend our lease (if possible) on our apartment and continue to live out of boxes, or win the lottery and not have to live within a budget. (I'm feeling this last option is the most likely to happen. You agree?)

****Update: We are thinking of offering them a "this is how its going to be" ammendment to the contract. If they agree to it, we will move forward, if not, we will walk. I'm not hopeful.

Waiting

2008-11-15T23:33:00.004-05:00

We are just busily waiting. And waiting. Then we do some more waiting. It's all very exciting, I tell you. The hold up is the closing date. We had to change the suggested closing date due to Matt's travel schedule, and are waiting for the bank to agree to our suggested date. We are also hoping the lister actually turned in the changes - it seems she "forgets" sometimes. Also, the bank is not working at a speed that I wish they would. Apparently, my nervous energy means nothing to them. I just don't understand.

To make matters worse, we didn't win the lottery! How dare they not pull our numbers! I mean pfffffftt! Matt says it means we have to go back to being "Poor-ionaires" since we had foolishly convinced ourselves that we would be millionaires tomorrow. I guess that means I should do laundry tomorrow so I have clean clothes to go to work on Monday.

Huff...

EUREKA!

2008-11-12T19:52:00.004-05:00

Found it!
Made an offer on it. Bank counter-offered.
We accepted.
Closing Dec 12 .

Don't mind the drunk girl dancing in the streets its just lil 'o me.

It's not perfect. It needs a good scrub, and some basic TLC. (flooring, paint, possibly appliances) Oddly it also needs door knobs on damn-near every door in the place.

Yeh. I have no idea either. Any thoughts?

Anyway, it's a 3 level 2400sqft townhome. It's not our dream home but it will do for a good long time. Actually, I can't say I even know what my dream home would be. I guess I'll know it when I find it.

Now, if only I wasn't so horribly worried about the economy - I would be hooting and dancing in the streets at the same time.

Holding Breath, Face Blue

2008-11-04T20:16:00.005-05:00

This 2008 election, I voted for the very first time. I'm now a registered voter for the very first time in my life. I do not hang my head in shame for never registering and voting before - it was a decision I made for reasons that are my own. It is my right - whether you agree with it or not.

Yet, for once I feel strongly enough to pay attention not only to the candidates but also the agendas. For once, someone made me want to pay attention to the gibberish that was coming out of a politicians mouth. A politician made me want to vote.

So here I am, on the edge of my seat demanding that my candidate win purely because I voted. (it makes perfect sense to me) Here I am hoping my candidate wins and uses my vote wisely to turn this country around. I admit it, I'm a nervous wreck. This may be worse than watching the Buccaneers play. I will need Tequila.

What Do You Think?

2008-10-28T21:47:00.003-04:00

"DON'T WORRY INSIDE A DOG BUT IT IS SAFE IN JAIL"

If you were looking at house listings and saw this in the remarks, you'd be completely confused. Right?
Then you would realize that this poor-english speaking lister is trying to tell you that there is a caged dog on the property. Right?
Then you would wonder what agency would allow such horrible english on their listings. Right?
And shake your head in disbelief. Right?
Then you would wonder if it is a series of sentence fragments that accidentally got smashed together. Right?
Then you would give up because you aren't interested in that stupid property anyway.
Good, 'Cause that's what I thought too.

Matt wants to know what the poor dog did to get thrown in jail.
Drunk barking?
Barking and Entering?

Wow! House shopping is apparently taking it's toll on our sanity...

REALLY?

2008-10-28T20:55:00.004-04:00

After all that hemming and hawing - all the anticipation - the bank lowered their price by $1000. REALLY? All that effort FOR THAT? Huh.

Remember how I told you that I don't do well with this game playing business? Yeh, so now I'm just irritated. If that's all the effort they can put into this "relationship", I do not feel the need to stick around. Seee - ya!

I guess my feelings about this place were all wrong. Oh-well, onward we shall go.

We found a few other places that Matt is going to look at this week and report back to me. One day, maybe one day, we'll have a real live home to call our own. Unfortunately, we are now becoming short on time and I'm becoming short on patience. We only have 3 weeks until we have to let the apartment complex know whether or not we're moving out in January - which is also just about as long as my last big nerve can hold out.

Anyhoo...go check out my honey's site to see the "Weekend in Pictures, Part Deux" that I promised a couple of weeks ago.

AAAAND! (this is my favorite part) WE'RE GOING HOME FOR CHRISTMAS / NEW YEARS!!! HOO-RAY!

Dear Friends in the warm weather I-miss-it-so-much state,

Please have lots of alcohol ready as I will be very cold and oh-so ready to drink!

Sincerely,
Me

Did I mention that it is unaccepatbly cold right now?

Tag! You're it. Wait...

2008-10-17T21:25:00.005-04:00

I forget. Is it our turn to counter-offer or yours?
I'm so confused...

We haven't counter-offered the bank yet. We've been working out our next move with our agent when a surprise phone call came. Apparently, the bank wants to counter their own counter offer next week before we counter and asked us to "sit tight". (confusing, right?)Basically, the lister says the bank knows they're offer was unrealistic.

Huh! I thought my "let them wait and sweat it out" was only making me feel better. I guess it may have actually made them a little nervous. It probably didn't hurt that our agent sent the lister pics of the roof damage and the latest "going rates" for townhomes in the same area.

This might turn out to be an interesting game after all. I love watching players dig their own hole, especially when it benefits me.

TAG! You're it....AGAIN!

The Game is Afoot

2008-10-12T21:32:00.002-04:00

Update on the house situation.
We submitted an offer on the "the gem" and the bank has replied with a counter-offer that made Matt, myself and our agent say, "Puh! Not in this market!"

We are giving it a few days, then we'll come back with another offer. I'm sure they will counter then we will...yeh, the game is on. Matt and I have decided what our max is and our agent is gathering information as well as running some numbers.

We'll see how far it goes. I don't do well with these types of games, I dislike them. My patience is already wearing thin.

Anyway, I'll update as things happen.

Stay tuned for another "Weekend in Pictures" post in the next couple of days!

A Diamond in the Ruff

2008-10-02T21:15:00.009-04:00

Back to the house shopping drama.

We were out bid on the PINK carpet townhouse. Which to me, is fine. I liked it but wasn't willing to pay THAT much for it. Not with all that work that Matt and I felt it needed.

We found another that was sold 2 days after being put on the market - before we could put an offer in. Yeh, it was that nice.

BUT! I have spied a gem. A gem that is sparkling just for me.

When Matt and I started our search, I found a property that had been on the market for well over a year and was very obviously over priced. This property immediately intrigued me. I had to know why its been there, empty and lonely, for so long. The lister told our agent that it was overpriced from the beginning and no one has shown any interest in it, but that nothing was wrong with it - as of the last time she'd been in it.

So Matt and I added this to our list of properties to visit. We did. I liked it. He didn't. We had just seen a fantastic property before that we both really really liked and I think we both dismissed this particular property. I've talked Matt into looking at it again.

You know how you get that feeling? The one you can't ignore? I've had it about this property from the day I found it on the internet.

Now that we're a little more seasoned as house shoppers, I feel we've overlooked a real gem here. We know that it has some water damage in one bedroom - which I'm assuming is a roof issue (we're having an inspection this Saturday) But there is nothing else wrong. It has new kitchen appliances, fresh paint and the flooring is in great condition. Considering the time that its been on the market, with no interest, we are considering making a "low-ball" offer with documentation of the damage. The worse they can say is "No", right? If we get this place at the right price - at the price I'm tossing around my mind - it would be easy to fix the roof/water damage and land ourselves a nice home and investment property. (Assuming the financial and housing market ever - even kind of - recovers)

Maybe it won't work out...maybe it will.

Contractual Obligations

2008-09-24T18:06:00.007-04:00

Dear Bugs of Virginia,

Apparently, you are not aware that there was deal made between myself and your bug-friends in Florida. The deal was this: stay out of my house and I will NOT mess with you in your "house" - in other words, stay out of my house and live. I was assuming that this deal was nationwide.

My bad.

I am now offering you the same deal - no strings, no hidden obligations, no surprises. Just stay out. Simply put, if you refuse to abide by this contract, you will die.

So, assuming that you were unaware of this deal - I have spared your little friend a horrible death by way of cat(s) and released him to his natural environment. Please do not let this happen again. Next time, I will NOT be so kind.

Sincerely,

Lori

P.S. Do you always send the biggest bug you can find to welcome a new resident? I mean really...

House Shopping Drama

2008-09-22T20:36:00.007-04:00

Ok, so remember the last post where I told you we found a place that we were considering making an offer on? Yeh, well we did. No. We didn't get it. Someone beat us to it. Huff.

So back to searching we went. We looked through 5 or 6 places last week and found one we liked. Not as much as the last one but it was good...except for the PINK carpet. Yup. Pink. On all 3 floors. For those of you who don't know me - I have a great dislike for that color. I think its just plain ugly.

Anyway! The price was right and carpet can be replaced, right? So we submitted an offer today. Want to know what we found out? According to the listing agent, the bank wants everyone to know that in the 5 days this property has been on the market they have recieved 8 offers. So we need to get our best offers in by Wednesday at 10am. Hmph...sounds like a tactic to start a bidding war to me. I'm not playing this game. If its meant to work out, it will. Plus, this property needs other upgrades to make it acceptable and I don't see that its worth raising our offer any higher. I'm keeping my fingers crossed, but if it doesn't work out, we'll just keep looking.

I'll keep you updated.
Stupid house shopping....

Hungover House Shopping

2008-09-14T22:06:00.006-04:00

Yep. It was exactly what the title says it was.

Note to Self and a warning to all my internet friends:
Do not drink waaaaaaaay too much the night before you have to get up early to start house shopping. It's a very stupid -STUUUUUUPID - thing to do.

Oh Sweet Jeeebus. Sweet sweet jeeebus. Yesterday was NOT a fun day.
See, Matt and I went to a local establishment the night before with some of my co-workers to watch the USF v Kansas football game (We won. Go BULLS!) and because of this, we did not enjoy the house shopping experience as much as I thought we would. I just wanted to lay in my bed, in my comfy clothes with a cold towel on my forehead, my eyes closed and my mind blank. Matt just wanted to be in his recliner sipping a huge glass of cold water in a very air conditioned apartment. Alas, we could not. We had made arrangements for the explorations into a future home. So there we were - all red eyed and snarly tailed - taking notes, asking questions and snapping pictures. By the time we were done, Matt had begun to bounce back. Me? Not so much. Although somehow, I managed to hold it together the entire time, (pure force of will my friends, pure.force.of.will!) and completely fell apart when we got home.

We managed to make it through all 10 properties and actually found a few prospects. There is one location that we liked best and considering making an offer on. It needs flooring (right now a good steam clean will work for our needs), painting and a good scrub, but I can see us happy there for several years. I'll keep you posted on how things go. Wish us luck.

Oh! and if I ever get all tanked up the night before house shopping again - I hope one of you will come slap some sense into me and remind me that I am old enough to know better because apparently, I forget.

Long Lost

2008-09-11T21:52:00.004-04:00

Hmph.
I see its been a day or few since I've been here.
I apologize.
I have neglected you so.

Apparently losing track of time is what happens when you work long hours, have sore feet and heavy eyes.

Nothing new has really happened so you haven't missed much.
Or maybe lots has happened and I missed it. Huh.

Anyway, we start entering houses, taking pictures and making notes this weekend. I'm excited and too tired to decide if I'm nervous or not. Either way, I am sure I will have all sorts of things to say about it. I promise, we'll get together next week and discuss our findings - or lack there of.

Right now, I hear my bed calling.
Speaking of heavy eyes...................

Labor Day Weekend in Pictures

2008-09-01T20:42:00.042-04:00

Saturday:

Farmers Market

Where I filled up my new bag (all the way from Russia) with fresh yummy fruits and veggies.

House Hunting:
Where we actually found something we love... lets all cross our fingers that this works in our favor!

Out for exercise with:

Sunday:

Wisked off to a cabin in West Virginia where

we enjoyed lunch at this park

we wandered through a quiant town that apparently has a problem with alcoholic beverages, with an emphasis on BEER (I take offense...)I sat around my very first camp fire**and made my very first S'mores
with some very cool people
and dog...
**It's comforting to know that misquitoes in WV love me just as much as the ones in Florida.

Monday:

Slept late then went to this park

where I went hiking for the first time

Where I learned that these are not hiking shoes because I did this** while climbing down here

but I saw this

and this fine specimen too

**and other various bruises and scratches

Fan I Am Not

2008-08-26T21:11:00.011-04:00

It's no secret that my husband is a reality TV show addict, much to my dismay. I myself, am not a fan.

So here we are on a Tuesday night and I am being tortured with this rubbish.

To make it worse, I have to listen to this dweeb give his opinion of who has or does not have talent.

Again, I am not a fan.
He annoys the bah-jeeeesus out of me, to say the very least.

ANYHOO....
During tonights episode, Matt suddenly proclaimed, "They suck! My only regret is that I can not be there to 'boo' them in person!"

Really? That's it? I regret that this is on our TV and my husband is enjoying it.

Vent over. Thanks for listening...HUFF!

Now someone please come to my rescue...pleeeease...

Cringe

2008-08-16T22:42:00.004-04:00

Does this story make anyone else cringe?

http://www.cnn.com/2008/HEALTH/08/16/egypt.septuplets.birth.ap/index.html

The thought of having 7 newborns makes me nauseous. SEVEN?????!!!!!
That's counting with TWO hands, people.
Matt and I have been talking about starting a family soon.**
I can't imagine what we would think or do if faced with having a large number of newborns.
What are your thoughts?

**This one statement just made both of our Mothers unnaturally happy.

Summertime and Winter Clothes

2008-08-10T20:37:00.006-04:00

I've just recently realized that summertime doesn't mean much to me anymore.

I'm not in school anymore so having 3 months of freedom is just a vague memory from the past.
I don't have children so I don't have to worry about keeping them occupied for 3 months.
I still have to go to work everyday.

Summer here in Virginia is very different. Back home, it's very humid and muggy. I hear people complain about the humidity here and I just laugh. You guys don't KNOW humid. If it does happen to get overly humid here - it only lasts 1-2 days. It's all humid, all the time back home. This is actually a nice change from what I'm used to - but I don't want to get used to it. If I get used to it, I won't enjoy it as much as I do right now. It will also be hard to go back home.

Winter only lasted a few weeks (if that) in Florida so summer was all the time for me. Now that I'm in Virginia, I'm starting to think differently. Summer is beginning to mean something to me now. I still won't have 3 months of freedom, I still have to get up for work everyday and I haven't magically and spontaneously had any children but winter is coming. WINTER IS COMING! Yes, I know it's a bit early to worry about winter, but I don't like the cold.

If you've been reading regularly, you know I "landed" here in mid-March and it was COLD. I don't care what anyone else says. I was frozen and I wanted nothing more than to go home. I was very grateful when it started warming up - in June. Now I'm looking forward and realizing that the cold will come back - and before I know it, I will be freezing again. And cranky. (Hey, don't laugh! It's August and I have to turn the heat on in the car in the morning on my way in to work, and I think the evenings are getting a bit chilly. If you don't believe me, go ask my husband!) Not to mention, we don't have any warm weather clothing, we have NO idea how to drive in snow and I'm scared out of my mind to face ice. ICE?!?!?!

With all that being vented about, we went shopping today for some warm weather clothing, both online and at a local store. I think we made out pretty well. We spent $500 and I think we both got everything we will need - water repellant coats, jackets, sweaters, sweatshirts, gloves, warm socks, long underwear, and winter boots. I'm thinking we made out pretty cheap - considering my husband is very tall and finding him clothing that fits him is difficult and expensive.

So hey! Winter! - BRING IT ON!
I'll be the one in the corner whimpering.

PS. Matt is sitting here looking for places to go snow-tubing. I'm scared. He's excited. This is going to be an interesting winter.

Insider Information

2008-08-05T22:03:00.003-04:00

The week before last, my supervisor invited Matt and I out for happy hour at a local restaurant with a few of our team-mates. (keep in mind that I am the only woman on this team) During this evening, as I was engrossed in other conversation, I heard an awful lot of laughing coming from Matt and the other men.

Later that evening, Matt informed me that my co-workers were telling him to hold off getting a job for as long as possible. Apparently there is a bet going as to how long Matt can hold out.

What these men don't realize is that I'm completely and totally ok if Matt wants to stay home. I'm not pushing him to get a job. I like coming home to a clean house, laundry done and dinner cooking. Seriously! What woman would not like that? Obviously, a second income would help in many aspects of our lives, but I really like having a house husband. This is kind of cool.

So I won't tell them, every time they ask me if Matt has found a job yet, that I am completely supportive of whatever decision he makes. Especially dinner.

A Brief Visit

2008-08-02T20:51:00.010-04:00

WOOT!

I know what some of you are thinking. I know that some of you don't have the relationship that I have with my husband's parents. I admit, I am very fortunate. I love my in-laws. They are fantastic, wonderful, supportive people and I'm happy they visited.

And no, I'm not buttering them up to ask for anything. I just really like them that much.

The funny thing is, they were only here a few hours. They are on their way to Russia for a few weeks and happened to have a 7 hour lay-over at the airport. Since we are so close, we picked them up and were able to show them our apartment, around town, the local battlefield park and have a yummy lunch before taking them back to the airport.

It was good to see them. Although after they left, I began to feel isolated and far from home. I know as Matt and I settle, make friends and plant roots, we will begin to think of this as home too. I'm still having a difficult time adjusting though.

Speaking of missing home - Matt and I finally were able to get library cards here now that we've got our drivers licenses. We were both pretty excited as we both like to read, the library is within walking distance from our apartment and it looks all new and pretty.

Alas, it sucks. Seriously.

It is all of those things I've mentioned but finding any book thats on my "TO READ" list is a whole lot of wishful thinking. We are missing our old little local library in Florida that always had what we were looking for. This one - not so much. If they do have it, they only have 1 or 2 copies that gets transferred from library to library and have a waiting list a mile long. We are very disappointed. Oh well, we will have to make do - I'm sure theres a book swap store around here somewhere, and I'll be raiding Sarah's books too.

(Oh Sarah, FYI, I stole Fight Club. K?)

Speaking of books. We wandered into a big chain bookstore today and it dawned on me...books have gotten expensive! I've bought plenty of books at a chain before - these prices are not new to me. I just very suddenly recalled books being so much cheaper. Didn't little ol' paperbacks use to cost $5 or something? Huh?

Hmph. Stoooopid library.

And the Hunt Begins

2008-07-28T22:22:00.008-04:00

Matt and I have started the drive-by routine.
You know the one:

1. Drive past the neighborhood
2. Drive around the neighborhood
3. Drive through the neighborhood
4. Repeat at night (because that's when all the creepies come out - like us)
5. Sit outside of various residences entering the address into your iphone to see if you can afford to live in that area.

Rinse, Repeat

Oh. Did I say afford?
Hahahahahahaha.....hehehehehe.....heh.
I make me laugh.

We've only just begun and I can already see myself making lists, taking pictures, cataloging, color-coding, budgeting and analyzing. (yeh, just a touch of OCD) By the time I'm done with it, I will have thoroughly violated the potential home. In my defense, it's not like apartment hunting where you can move out when your lease is up if you don't like it. You're just plain stuck with it.

Anyone have any tips, advice, stories?

Wish us luck - lots of luck. Oh, and money. Please. Ok? Thanks.

Identical?

2008-07-24T19:14:00.005-04:00

I was talking to a co-worker yesterday when I noticed a picture of his oldest daughter and remarked how much she looked like him. He then handed me a family picture of he, his wife and two daughthers, then said to me, "I think my youngest looks just like my identical twin brother."

I just stood there, completely confused, then asked, "Identical"?

Noticing my confused expression, he said, "Yeh. I know, it sounds weird, but she gives me the same facial expressions that he used to give me when we were kids."

Huh. That's something I never would have thought.

Gone

2008-07-21T21:36:00.003-04:00

We made it to Virginia in one piece - exhausted, sad, excited and frazzled, but we're here. Did I mention exhausted? Even the cats survived. Surprisingly, they were even quiet for the vast majority of the ride. I'm convinced they were in the back of the car plotting our horrible deaths. I'm pretty sure I heard sharpening of claws too.

I still stand by my thought that we should have found a way to bring our Florida apartment up with us. This apartment is nice, but I don't love it like I did the other. Plus, it doesn't fit our junk very well. Thankfully, and hopefully, this will be a very temporary place.

We spent 3 days running around Florida frantically cleaning, painting, packing, spending time with family and drinking with friends. We even plotted and planned a few trips down for a few football games (GO BUCS! GO BULLS!) and if we're really lucky, we may have a few friends come up and go with us to the WVU vs USF at West Virginia.

That is one thing I am really going to miss - football w/good friends. We didn't go to all the games but, we went to a lot and had a blast every time. Raymond James Stadium is very dear to my heart.

We'll miss you guys, come up for a visit!

Not Quite Gone

2008-07-17T09:52:00.006-04:00

The apartment is packed. The movers are loading the truck.

I'm sitting here watching the action in a chair that will be loaded shortly. I've realized that I would really like to take this actual apartment with me. I really really like this apartment. It's roomy and spacious and laid out really well. Sure. Like any place, there are some things that I would change about it, but I can honestly say that this is the best apartment we ever lived in and I'm sad to be leaving it behind. All 1347 sq. ft of its reasonably priced self. I can't find anything even kind of close to its layout/price in Virginia. I will be sad.

Also, I'm amazed at how much SHIT we have (excuse my language!) Holy macaroni! When we finally settle in to whatever we end up buying, I will be doing some serious cleaning out! This is madness. There is just stuff everywhere.

Well, looks like it's time for me to go - I'm being kicked out of my chair.

The Sun Will Come Out...

2008-07-15T22:54:00.008-04:00

Tomorrow!

I get to go HOME! to the hot humid yumminess that is Florida.
MMMmmmmmm....Home........squeek!
Somewhere around 4:30pm - as I leave for the airport - I will look a lot like this

If you happen to be close to the airport around that time and see some crazy lady with a ridiculous grin - it's just me. Wave!

Quick Update

2008-07-13T17:28:00.003-04:00

I've been away far more than I had planned. I am surprised at how little I've posted lately, but my thoughts have been elsewhere. I've been pulling some long hours at work and getting ready for the big move. Not to mention the fact that I'm missing Matt. He inspires me daily with his silly antics and it has been 5 weeks since I've seen him.

I have officially packed up my room here at Sarah's for the move. (Click here to follow Sarah and her friends on their road trip across the US to San Francisco for the BlogHer convention) My plan is to pack up their Explorer with all of my stuff I have here on Monday evening, pick up the keys and unload it into our new apartment on Tuesday then fly out Wednesday afternoon for home (Florida). WOO-HOO! After some family visiting and one final night out with our friends, we will be hitting the road at dawn-thirty on Sunday morning for the long drive up. I know I will be weary at work Monday morning. Wish me luck.

Other than the mild insanity that is my life right now, all is well.

We will be posting more pictures from our Honeymoon (yes, my friends, there are many many more) and our road trip up as soon as we get the interweb set up at the apartment. I also promise to complete the final installment of the Honeymoon Diary sometime soon. Be on the look out for what I am sure will be the madness of house hunting too!

Three Sheets to...ANGRY!

2008-07-07T22:56:00.005-04:00

Man!
I woke up on the dark side of cranky this morning. I don't know if it was the buzzing beast yelling at me to get up at 5:30am (aka: dawn-thirty) or if it was a bad case of the Monday morning after a long weekend blahs but HOLY! You would not have wanted to meet me in a dark alley this morning.

I think I would have actually bitten, clawed, hissed and spit at anyone who had dared to look in my direction. Luckily for them, I tend to be an even-keeled person and leveled out soon after arriving at the work environment. I guess I really didn't have a choice, biting my co-workers or boss isn't an option, is it?

Down the Home Stretch

2008-07-04T18:37:00.006-04:00

Only a week and half until I fly home and visit with my friends and family. It is also the time when our household,the Kitty Empire, Matt and I pick up and move to our new home, 900 miles away. We will be driving up with 4 cats and the two of us in Matt's car - straight through. Huh...we should all look something like this

As I mentioned before, Matt is no longer employed and thought he would be bored out of his skull for 2 weeks. HA~! He should have known better. I've given him a list of things that need to be done and picked up. He's been running everyday so far. There is all sorts of things that need to be done for us to be ready to go. I fully expect to be worn out when we get here and I've got to work the next day! He will be busy waiting for the movers to arrive with our household and looking for a job.

Now, I have a question for you guys. If you were a first time home buyer again and had 6 months to find a home. Would you look into a townhome or a detached single family? Or, if you've had a townhome, did you like it? Anything I should be looking for? I'm slowly convincing Matt that we should at least consider a townhome. They are very nice here and detached homes tend to be very expensive while townhomes are much more affordable for people like us - just starting out. I don't know what is the right choice for us, but six months will come and go quickly - so we've got to start thinking about it and looking.

Dazed and Confused

2008-06-29T15:58:00.004-04:00

What?Huh?What?
REALLY?!?
This is necessary?
Am I naive? out of touch?

I'm confused.

So let me get this straight. There is enough of a need to have an over the counter paternity test readily available. When did this become a problem? When did this need arise? Are we just...?
Shouldn't we...? How come...?

NEVERMIND!

I don't want to know. My head hurts already and I'm sure any answer you could give to any question I may ask would just make my head spontaneously combust with many many more questions.

Trading Places

2008-06-27T19:15:00.007-04:00

At the end of last year, my contract ended at my previous job. For three and half months, I was a unemployed and bored out of my skull. To make it worse, Matt would come home and occassionally tease me by calling me “House Wife” and then, one day, he looked at me and playfully told me that I wasn’t allowed to pester him about money since I “couldn’t even hold down a simple job.”

Ooooooooooooooo, did he get THE LOOK! Well, guess what happened today?
Go ahead, guess.
Yep.

Today was Matt’s last day of employment. Not only because he is moving to Northern Virginia but his contract has now ended (yeh, perfect timing). And….he hasn’t not yet been able to locate a permanent position here. So, guess who gets to tease a certain HOUSE HUSBAND about not being able to hold down a simple job. ME! HA!

My, my – how the tables have turned.

Impulse Art

2008-06-24T22:38:00.012-04:00

Did I happen to mention the expensive purchase that Matt and I made on the Honeymoon, completely on impulse? No? Well, I’ll have to share that story now, won’t I?

We were bored one day on the cruise ship and decided to wander around for a bit. We came across an art gallery and became very enthralled in two paintings** in particular. We checked the prices and thought, “No, we couldn’t, not for that much” plus, they had “Sold” signs on them.

From that moment, we would wander down on a stroll around the boat and stare at our favorite paintings. The more we looked at them, the more we wanted them. I just couldn’t justify it.

(You see where this is going now, right?)

I knew they were holding 3 art auctions on the boat and I managed to avoid the first two. The last one, we wandered into (there’s a lot of wandering going on) after arriving too early for a wine tasting. And then, Karma happened! We walked into the art auction and they were removing the previous paintings and putting up ours. OURS! As a bonus, all auctions were starting at half price. I made my decision right then. I looked at Matt and asked him how much he would offer for each piece. His price matched mine and off I went – auctioning away. No one else bid against me so my first bid accepted. And those other people were lucky – I was ready for a fight.

After the signing of all pertinent documents, I looked at Matt and said, “HOLY SHIT – WE JUST BOUGHT ART! ON A CRUISE SHIP!"

They were delivered a couple of weeks ago and I’m still immensely pleased with our purchase. I love them. I think they are fun, cheesy, cool and different. Just like us. Abnormal. If nothing else, we can look back on these and wonder what on earth we were thinking. Although, I hope not. I hope we will look at them, giggle, and say, "Remember when...?"

My favorite is above and called "Pool Shark" and Matt's favorite is to the right and called "Olive Party.

**I call them paintings, but they are really limited edition lithographs of the original painting. Out of a possible 397, we received numbers 134 and 167. We can’t afford an original, although it would be really cool if we could. We also received Certificates of Authenticity and a brief biography of the artist, Michael Goddard. If you get a chance, check out his site.

MATT & LORI"S WEDDING DVD

2008-06-22T19:33:00.004-04:00

I have finally finished editing our wedding DVD. I've put the first 6 minutes or so of it below. It's great being an editor and being able to edit your own wedding. Not only for all the money it saved us, but also for the creative freedom it allowed me to have with it.

If you would like a full copy of it, please let me know, and I'll try to send you one as soon as I can. You have to let me know soon though, as I will be losing my Mac laptop soon, a big : ( because it's owned by the college, and I only have a week left there, so I won't be able to make any copies until I get my own. (Which probably won't be anytime soon, being that we are trying to buy a house in the next seven months.)

Anyways, I hope you enjoy the sample. Let me know what you think.

Take care,
Matt

Pictures

2008-06-21T22:49:00.005-04:00

Finally!

I've put up pictures from Venice. Click on the big blue side bar and browse or just click here. Let me know what you think. I hope to have the post about our time there up tomorrow.

Also, Matt has finished the wedding video. He may put up a small clip from the video here soon.

I'm slowly working on the other pictures too. Stay tuned for more.

Tid-bits #3

2008-06-19T18:49:00.009-04:00

Realization of the Year

So, after a year of planning, preparing and stressing out for a wedding - suddenly it's done. I've come to realize that no one tells you what to do afterwards. How to go back to normal. I've felt like, "What now?" for a month now. I still feel like I should be looking at wedding stuff in the stores, searching websites, making lists and phone calls. I caught Matt looking at wedding stuff the other day too. Suddenly, it's just back to normal life and it feels kind of weird for us. Huh - who knew?

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Wedding Night Funny

Matt and I had no intention of being anywhere near sober on our wedding night and I'm happy to announce that is a goal we fully met. As many of you know, we went to our favorite pub after the reception with a few friends and family in a party bus. We drank ourselves silly and hopped back on the bus for the hotel. Matt and his brother wandered off to find food at ridiculous hour o' clock and I found my way to our room. I showered** and plopped into bed. Later, Matt came in and I was woken to giggling. Loud giggling. In my drunken, half awake stupor I asked him what was so blessed funny.

Matt: (giggle) Today, (giggle) you nupted with me. (giggle giggle)
Me: Get into bed and go to sleep, you freak.
Matt: Love you
Me: I love you too.
Us: Sigh..........

**I should mention the number of bobby pins that was holding my hair up. HOLY! I seriously thought I would be standing there for the rest of the night pulling those out. Thanks Karen. I have a "few" extra if you run out and need them back, just call!
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Stupid People

I took my car into the shop for a check up and oil change. As I'm still learning the roads here in Northern Virginia, I thought I had gotten lost so I called the dealership for directions. (makes sense, right?) The nice lady answered the phone and said her shpeel that ended in "how may I help you?"

Me: Yes. Hi. I'm trying to find you.
Her: ME?!?! (alarmed and confused)
Me: No.
Her: (confused silence)........
Me: The dealership.
Her: OH!

Lookie-Lookie

2008-06-14T10:04:00.004-04:00

Look what Matt did!

http://www.mattlandeen.blogspot.com/

He created a demo blog so that prospective employers can see his work on-line.
That's my creative man!

Click on the link above if you wish to see examples of his work.

This will get him a job for sure. I hope....