- I have a minor in Gerontology (the study of aging). And I made up my college major: Social Aspects of Health.
- I love old people, especially old men.
- I think I know everyone. I can walk through an airport and see a few people I am certain I know but really don’t.
- Sometimes I call home and leave myself a voicemail. When I do I always wish myself to have a nice day. When I get home and see I have a message I’ve already forgotten it’s me for myself.
- Only after meeting my husband did I have a desire to have children.
- I am slightly afraid of children.
- Growing up I had an irrational fear of sharks in my swimming pool and would jump in and climb out as quickly as possible when swimming at nighttime.
- The first significant loss I experienced was the death of my childhood dog. I was in high school.
- I did one year of National Service - Americorps in Sacramento
- I love watching boxing.
- My all-time sports hero is Muhammad Ali.
- I absolutely love Mafia movies.
- I own three movies: Goodfellas, Scarface and Finding Nemo
- I swam competitively for 13 years.
- I met most of the important people in my life online.
- When I was little I wanted to change my name to Elizabeth because there were so many nicknames I could have.
- I also wished I wore glasses, I don’t wish that any more.
- I dreamed of wearing suits every day to work.
- I can wear sweatpants and flip flops to work if I want (but I don’t).
- At one time I wanted to be a Navy nurse. I also wanted to be a Judge.
- I cry watching television commercials.
- My hearing is perfect but when there is lots of noise, I can only hear the loudest noise.
- I love to play cards and board games but only in small groups.
- I flew across country on September 10, 2001.
- I’ve driven across the country twice and have been to 39 states.
- I try to avoid eating at national chain restaurants.
- I love Starbucks coffee.
- When I was in middle school, I moved to Australia for 6 months.
- I have trouble with simple math.
- I think I’m incredibly funny. My husband laughs at me, but he says he doesn’t think I’m funny. (He’s lying)
Tuesday, December 29, 2009
Thursday, December 24, 2009
After the gingerbread person decorating, we had carrot chowder, except we called it tomato soup in order to entice my Dad to eat some. After he talked about the depth of flavor it had and ate a whole bowl did we tell him how healthy it was and the real name of it. This is also a Dave's family tradition. It is really delicious soup.
Sunday, December 20, 2009
I decided then that I had overdone it. Again. And I still hadn't done my half of the cleaning, it's my week to cook (which means grocery shopping) and it all felt too much. So I wiped my tears and took small steps. I did a chore, then sat and relaxed. I watched CSI and then resumed cookie DECORATING (what was I thinking with Gingerbread people?). I watched What Not To Wear while decorating. And Jersey Shore and Say Yes to the Dress. But after several hours of mind numbing tv, cookies were decorated and filled (yes, they are sandwiches too). Ok, making progress. (there are no photos of these cookies because my camera was up a flight of stairs... sorry... oops, due to our computer freezing and shutting down I had time and energy to go get my camera and snap a few shots)
Then I did something quite out of character for me. I asked for help. Yep, I asked Dave if I could bribe him to do the grocery shopping this week (we alternate cooking/shopping each week so when it's his turn to cook, he makes the list, grocery shops and cooks that week and same when it is my week.) I'll still cook but the idea of grocery shopping and doing all the other stuff still on my to-do list seemed daunting. And I have well deserved and desperately desired plans with my girlfriends at noon on Sunday. He agreed, for no cost, to do my grocery shopping this week. Thank you sweetie pie!
Wednesday, December 16, 2009
I wonder if I can get a photo of it....
Monday, December 14, 2009
Today, on my first day back to the gym in what might be a month, maybe 3 weeks, my feet hurt. Badly. In my expensive, and 1.5 year old, running sneakers. I promised myself after my achilles injury that I would take better care of my feet. I will refrain from shopping at payless for uncomfortable shoes and instead wear supportive footwear. It occurred to me that my old, expensive running shoes might be expired.
I pulled the coupons out of the trashcan (I threw away coupons last night in an attempt to clean up) and brought myself to Dick's for a new pair of sneakers. Generally it takes me a long time to find sneakers because I try on so many different pairs. Since tying shoes is getting to be an aerobic exercise I wasn't looking forward to doing this in front of others. I actually wondered if someone would take pity on me and help a sista out by lacing up her shoes and slipping the sneaker onto my foot. But, lo and behold, the first pair was exactly what I was looking for... 'AHHHHH' I could practically hear my feet sigh, it was like strapping pillows to my feet. They felt supported and snug and I nearly bounced when I stood up. Sheer Bliss. Yay, my feet are happy! They should be treated nicely considering the extra weight I'm packing, they deserve a treat too.
So perhaps I'll hit the gym tomorrow too!
Wednesday, December 9, 2009
Our second snow fall was today and I got to drive my new car in the snow. I admit, I was a jerk. I have all-wheel-drive and I tried it out. I probably drove too fast and aggressively but I felt very much in control. It was fun!
Saturday, December 5, 2009
Friday, December 4, 2009
Wednesday, November 25, 2009
Tuesday, November 24, 2009
It’s funny because at our house we don’t typically have extra food around. We’re planners. On Sunday we plan out our meals and buy what we need to eat for the week- generally not much more. But there was some left over bread from Dave’s lunch last week and we do have PB and J hanging around. I just hope that my skipping dinner last night doesn’t mean we end up throwing food out. That would not be good either.
We have a big eating week up ahead. I need to keep my focus and eat only what feels right, not to overindulge and to keep my portions small and healthy. Those are the keys to happiness. Wish me luck!
Monday, November 23, 2009
Wednesday, November 18, 2009
Baby has been very active lately. Mostly during the day but a few nights I woke up to feel it bouncing around in there. I can definitely feel different mounds, some days on one side and some days on the other. I’m not sure if that’s its head or rump. And Dave can feel it and see it. How cool is that?
We bought some baby stuff this weekend. We bought a glider and a dresser. It’s very exciting to get this stuff, not only to cross it off the ‘to do’ list but it feels so much more real to have a glider in our living room. Or to sit in the chair and pretend. It’s awfully comfortable. We got a super deal on it. And we bought a set of books and a toy/game. I’m not sure how these retailers know we are having a baby but we got a great catalog from Lillian Vernon called Lilly’s Kids or something like that. The stuff in there is really cute and fun.
I’m super excited for my Mom’s visit. She arrives on Thursday. I have so many mom-type questions I haven’t been able to ask. Questions about labor pains, what kind of baby I was, how was delivering me (I think I was induced) etc. I’m super excited!
Sunday, November 15, 2009
So we walk into Subway in not-so-nice-area-of-Hartford in our hot-date gear, order some subs, find a lovely corner seat by the window and enjoy our sandwiches. We even splurged on cookies- they were no Chocolate Chip left but Oatmeal Raisin was a decent second option. Dave even said 'things are looking up'. It isn't fancy, but it is food. Our mood lightens and we begin to giggle about our hot date. We joke about how we can put our saved money from our frugal dining experience into the baby's college fund. About 10 minutes later we're off to the show.
Thursday, November 12, 2009
Wednesday, November 11, 2009
Thursday, November 5, 2009
Wednesday, November 4, 2009
It occurred to us that once we have a baby, it probably won’t be easy to get a worker in and not completely disrupt our lives. So we decided to, along with getting a new oil tank and feed line, redo the basement before the little peanut arrives. We have 3 people scheduled to give quotes and two in the wings. Last night we had the first contractor and his helper come along. They spent a fair amount of time looking around and writing up a quote. The quote seems fair, a bit higher than what I think it needs to be, he encouraged negotiation. We liked the thoroughness of the quote and I liked the way they talked. I initially thought they sounded like they are Dracula, from Transylvania. But they mentioned they’d speak to each other in Russian.
Monday, November 2, 2009
Sunday, November 1, 2009
Friday, October 30, 2009
Saturday, October 24, 2009
I admit, not-pregnant I am certainly a mushball. Hallmark commercials can make me weepy before the end of the commercial. But lately I am crying for everything. I'm not sure if it just means the world has some rough things happening to it, but life has been hard. The latest tragedy to hit Connecticut is the stabbing/death of a UCONN football player, on campus, last weekend. It is absolutely horrible and EVERY time there is some piece of news about this awful tragedy (and that's a lot around here) I turn into a pile of weeping mush, unable to make those darn tears stop.
And it doesn't stop at this tear-worthy news story. No, it's the mommy-dog and her puppies on Animal Cops that were neglected. It's the insurance company commercials about people doing the right things for the benefits of others (the one where the lady gives the piano her father gave her to a school that needed it). It's the little things and the big things, happy and sad. And I can't put a finger on exactly what, but sometimes I just mush up and cry for absolutely no reason. Then I work hard to come up with a reason so I don't look crazy.
Women seem to be sympathetic, they think to themselves 'it's the hormones'. Dave seems understanding yet slightly afraid. I wonder if I'll be like this for the next 18 weeks (I'm really hoping that's not the case). I'm going to blame the sleepiness- I think need a nap.
Friday, October 23, 2009
Tuesday, October 20, 2009
The item we spent the most time trying out is the chair/glider/rockers. The store has about 10 to try out and sit in. Most are lovely. Of course, the two we really liked are probably the most expensive ones in existence. We made no decisions, but feel more informed and closer to many decisions.
It's hard to imagine our house with all the stuff for a baby. It's hard to imagine our house with a baby living in it. But today I met a friend's 6 week old and my word, she was a cutie pie. I can't wait to meet ours.
Sunday, October 18, 2009
So it looks like we'll be having carrots with dinner... all week...
Friday, October 16, 2009
Thursday, October 15, 2009
Here are some pictures of the little one. Any guesses if it’s a girl or boy?
No, we did not find out. And yes, it did snow here today... on October 15th...
(psst- that's a foot)
Wednesday, October 14, 2009
Monday, October 12, 2009
Wow, our broken scale says I haven't gained any weight... weird.
Sunday, October 11, 2009
So, at the grocery today, in the last aisle before looping around and grabbing some things from the deli and my lunch, I turn ravenous. I'm wondering what I can eat in my cart since I don't have my purse with me. I'm in a store of food and I'm suddenly STARVING! I think to myself, 'Colleen calm down, calmly go get the remaining items and head home'. So I swing back around to the deli, initially skipped over because there were about 20 people hovering when I walked by the first time. There are still a lot of people but I need the deli today because for some reason the pre-sliced procsuitto isn't available. So I get a number- number 18. I look around at the swarm of people near the deli and wonder how long the line is when the call out 'Number 10'. Oh god, I'm going to starve at the GROCERY store. Oh what a headline that will make 'Pregnant woman starves to death waiting in the deli line'. So I look again in my cart and there still isn't anything I can munch on. I walk over to where the pre-sliced procsuitto wasn't about 25 minutes earlier and it's still not there. So I decide I'll skip the deli. I'll come back after work or something later this week.
I proceed over to the pizza area where I had planned to buy a chicken and broccoli stromboli. But there are no strombolis to be seen? I ask the young man behind the counter. They will be ready in 15 minutes. FIFTEEN MINUTES? Oh god, so I grumble ok and go scavenging the pre-made food but there is nothing good so I decide to get a slice of pizza. I grab the pizza and head over to the check out. There are several lines of people that are 5-6 deep. But I spy an aisle where there is only 1 person in line. Jackpot!
So as I begin to feel weak and cranky from my starvation I put my items on the belt. And the belt is moving oh-so-slowly and I realize I am in line of the slowest checkout clerk on Earth. She's chatting with the customer and not bagging the groceries. The customer isn't bagging either, she's writing a check (who writes checks at the grocery store anymore?) I impatiently wait, stick out the tummy a little bit to see if I can get any sympathy and try to get the line going but nope, slow as molasses.
Then it's my turn! Thank god! So I give her my card and a coupon and take my place at the end of the belt to bag my own groceries. She sends the first item down the belt and then turns to bag it.!?!? HELLO! I'm standing right here. So I tell Pokey-the-slow-poke to just send them down the belt, I'll bag them. She stops and asks if I want her to take the food out of the bag she just put it in. I said 'no, just go back to scanning!' I didn't yell, but I wasn't polite. So we get all the groceries bagged, and then my grapes fall out of the bag onto the floor. They remain in the flimsy plastic bag but by now I'm pissed. I just want to get home so I can wash the freaking grapes and devour them. I consider opening the pizza box and begin eating it right there in line but I don't. So then she tells me the total and I ask about the coupon b/c it did not appear to take the price down on the one item. But she already pressed some button and was taking forever looking at the stupid slip and by now it's too late. I've silently declared her incompetent and curse her under my breath. She says I need to go to customer service to resolve this. Grrrrr.
So I head to customer service, contemplating just forgetting the $4 I could save with the coupon but ALAS there is no one in line! So the girl gives me $4 and as I head past Pokey and out the door, just as I'm exiting the store the grape tomatoes fall out of the bag and onto the floor and roll all over the place. So I leave my cart in the doorway and walk over to a bagger boy and say with the most pitiful voice ever, fighting back tears, 'I just made a mess by the door'. So I sigh and consider that I just lost $3 of those $4 because of my spilled tomatoes but I just need to get the heck out of there so I can EAT! And the bagger boy asks if I want some more. I whine 'yes'. So he goes and gets another package for me while another comes and picks up the stupid rolling-around tomatoes. (No, I didn't attempt to clean them up, I was too hungry and mentally exhausted and I believe if I did begin I would have just sat down and cried, right there, in the doorway of Big Y). Someone brings me back some tomatoes (perhaps even the same ones that rolled all over the floor, who knows?) and I head out to my car, pathetically pack the car, slump into the drivers seat and head home.
Sometimes I just HATE the grocery store.
Saturday, October 10, 2009
Almost everyone offers advice to a pregnant lady. Wanted or not, people feel compelled to give it. And the number one advice I've been given thus far is to enjoy my weekends of nothing. Take the time to lay on the couch and veg out because those times are few and far between when you add a helpless little (adorable and precious) human to that equation.
I must admit... I'm bored.
Thursday, October 8, 2009
I was reading a baby book a friend gave me which provides one page of fun facts or advice each day of your pregnancy. And last night I was reading the book and guess what it said. You’ll never guess. It said pregnant women should limit their watching of the following shows, in this order
2. CSI and all it's derivatives
3. All news channels
4. Oprah (skip emotionally charged episodes about survival stories, medical miracles and world hunger)
5. Judging Amy (it's all about kids being screwed up)
6. The Baby Show (at least for now)
7. MTV (why worry about your baby as a teenager for another 13 years?)
8. Reality TV (especially bug eating)
Wednesday, October 7, 2009
Tonight confirms it, I have an old soul. I've heard the expression and after tonight I believe I have one. I joined our town Garden Club last month. So when I was considering joining this club, it did occur to me, but was not the driving factor, that I might be the youngest person by, oh, about 30 years. But considering my love for old people this could totally work out in my favor! Not only will I hang out with nice old ladies, but I will also learn some stuff about our garden? Perfect.So I joined. The first meeting (September) was at someone's house, included wine and there was actually one girl younger than me! But mostly they were 25 years older or so. There is a nominal fee, once a month you gather to discuss various garden topics (next month is Bonsai!) and sometimes there is a craft. This month, was more of a regular meeting, at the community center, snacks and coffee (no wine) was available and October is a craft-making month. So tonight, I MADE this!
Yes, I weaved a basket. Like I said- Old Soul. But perhaps the most clear sign of this Old Soul is that by 9pm, I was ready to go home. And the old ladies? Nope. Sitting attentively listening to the meeting topics and after the meeting adjourned, they chatted, laughed, caught up with each other's families and lives. I booked out of there. It was WAY past my bedtime.
Tuesday, October 6, 2009
I'm excited for him to feel the baby, he's excited for the little one to fall asleep on him. God, how precious is that? I could just melt hearing it and now that I got a glimpse of what he's excited about I am desperate for more!
Monday, October 5, 2009
I wish for more ‘news’ stories like this: http://www.cnn.com/2009/WORLD/africa/10/05/malawi.wind.boy/index.html where a 14 year old boy in Africa has the vision and drive to power his poor, draught affected village with wind power from windmills built from scraps of a junkyard, made with a screwdriver built from a corn cob and metal that ultimately supplies enough electricity and water for his entire village! What a truly wonderful story. Wow, what a kid. Seriously, 14 years old, he worked hard because he had a vision, his village-mates called him names, even his family thought he was crazy. He had to drop of out of school because his family, farmers who had no crops because there was no rain or water, could not afford his tuition of $80/year. That's amazing.
Gosh, I wish to hear news stories that are less about violence across the oceans and in our back yards and more about hope, drive and love. I wish for a news channel to actually do reporting to find GOOD news, not news that sensationalizes mistakes made or weird creepy humans. I wish for a world where those weird creepy humans do not exist or a website that provides news without mentioning them. Call it ignorance, call it living in a bubble, call it what you want, I wish either those people and things don’t exist or that I didn’t have to hear about them.
So I come home, check my email and waddya know? I get a polite little email from www.goodreads.com suggesting a book I might enjoy. It's called The Boy Who Harnessed the Wind: Creating currents of Electricity and Hope I KID YOU NOT! It is the exact story I wrote about earlier today! Yes, and it's a book. And for those of you who know the books I love, this is right up my alley- takes place in Africa (or China), person down on their luck, finds someone or something to live for and has a pleasant ending!
What I want to know is, how did they do that? How did Goodreads know how much I loved this story on CNN.com today? Just amazing.
Here's a synopsis of the book (don't worry, Bookclub, I won't choose this one but I can't wait to read it myself):
William Kamkwamba was born in Malawi, Africa, a country plagued by AIDS and poverty. Like most people in his village, his family subsisted on the meager crops they could grow, living without the luxuries—consider necessities in the West—of electricity or running water. Already living on the edge, the situation became dire when, in 2002, Malawi experienced the worst famine in 50 years. Struggling to survive, 14-year-old William was forced to drop out of school because his family could not afford the $80-a-year tuition. Though he was not in a classroom, William continued to think, learn—and dream. Armed with curiosity, determination, and a library book he discovered in a nearby library, he embarked on a daring plan—to build a windmill that could bring his family the electricity only two percent of Malawians could afford. Using scrap metal, tractor parts, and blue-gum trees, William forged a crude yet working windmill, an unlikely hand-built contraption that would successfully power four light bulbs and two radios in his family’s compound. Soon, news of his invention spread, attracting interest and offers of help from around the world. Not only did William return to school but he and was offered the opportunity to visit wind farms in the United States, much like the ones he hopes to build across Africa. A moving tale of one boy’s struggle to create a better life, The Boy Who Harnessed the Wind is William’s amazing story—a journey that offers hope for the lives of other Africans—and the whole world, irrefutably demonstrating that one individual can make a difference.
Sunday, October 4, 2009
I'm excited for him to feel the baby, he's excited for the little one to fall asleep on him. God, how precious is that? I could just melt hearing it and now that I got a glimpse of what he's excited about I am desperate for more!
Wednesday, September 23, 2009
Dave has been fantastic through these first few months, dealing first with my panic attacks when I wonder if the baby is ok and then/now my random questions such as if we’ll ever vacation again as well as adding some lovely loud laughter when, perhaps, a spot of chocolate makes its way onto the maternity pants. Similar laughter when a pizza box made a spot on my maternity pants. I love those loud laughs, even if it is at my expense.
So that’s the big news. I probably won’t post any bare belly picture, and was going to today except the photos are awful. It is not cute and baby-like, but instead like I’m packing on the lbs. But the doctors assure me there is a baby in there.
Monday, September 21, 2009
Saturday, September 19, 2009
Since then, our shopping/our style has gotten a LOT easier. We are practically professionals at picking out furniture, bedding, paint colors, etc. We are not afraid of color, especially on our walls, but the rest of our stuff is pretty bland and unadventurous- perhaps why it is so easy to choose furniture. In fact, all of our furniture, except for the ugly chair (see below) is some shade of bland brown. It sounds boring but with the wall colors and accessories (and throw pillows) it just works.
Friday, September 11, 2009
Monday, August 31, 2009
Other news on the homefront, the HD is working on our new fancy tv and the work has begun on our bathroom. The popcorn ceiling is no longer. WHOO HOO!