Tuesday, December 29, 2009

30 Things You Might Not Know About Me

  1. I have a minor in Gerontology (the study of aging). And I made up my college major: Social Aspects of Health.

  2. I love old people, especially old men.

  3. 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.

  4. 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.

  5. Only after meeting my husband did I have a desire to have children.

  6. I am slightly afraid of children.

  7. 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.

  8. The first significant loss I experienced was the death of my childhood dog. I was in high school.

  9. I did one year of National Service - Americorps in Sacramento

  10. I love watching boxing.

  11. My all-time sports hero is Muhammad Ali.

  12. I absolutely love Mafia movies.

  13. I own three movies: Goodfellas, Scarface and Finding Nemo

  14. I swam competitively for 13 years.

  15. I met most of the important people in my life online.

  16. When I was little I wanted to change my name to Elizabeth because there were so many nicknames I could have.

  17. I also wished I wore glasses, I don’t wish that any more.

  18. I dreamed of wearing suits every day to work.

  19. I can wear sweatpants and flip flops to work if I want (but I don’t).

  20. At one time I wanted to be a Navy nurse. I also wanted to be a Judge.

  21. I cry watching television commercials.

  22. My hearing is perfect but when there is lots of noise, I can only hear the loudest noise.

  23. I love to play cards and board games but only in small groups.

  24. I flew across country on September 10, 2001.

  25. I’ve driven across the country twice and have been to 39 states.

  26. I try to avoid eating at national chain restaurants.

  27. I love Starbucks coffee.

  28. When I was in middle school, I moved to Australia for 6 months.

  29. I have trouble with simple math.

  30. I think I’m incredibly funny. My husband laughs at me, but he says he doesn’t think I’m funny. (He’s lying)

Thursday, December 24, 2009

Merry Christmas (observed) and a new picture of the baby

Today is Christmas at our house. My parents celebrate Christmas with us on Christmas eve and we go to Dave's family's house on Christmas day. It has always been a day long celebration of food and presents and more food and today did not stray from those traditions.

This morning we opened our stockings while munching on cinnamon buns. We borrowed Dave's family tradition with this and everyone bought something for each others stockings. What was especially nice about borrowing this tradition was that we did not get deodorant and lotion in the stockings, they were actually filled with fun little gifts.

Next was shrimp cocktail and prosecco. YUM. Then we opened presents. It was really fun this year to get some presents for me, for us and for the baby. Gosh, the baby's presents were TEENY. But very cute. One of the favorites was the gift to my mom, a fleece personalized with 'Gramma' on it. You can't really tell it says Gramma on it in the picture, but it does. I think she liked it. My dad already has a Grampa Jack fleece but I thought it'd be a good and unexpected gift for her.
After presents we decorated the gingerbread people (with a new kitchen gadget). This was the result. Yes, there is a headless gingerbread lady with her head being held by a gingerbread man. There is also a pregnant gingerbread lady... that's me.

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.

Now everyone is napping. I've cleaned up, checked out my loot a little more carefully, read some directions and started cooking the next course of eating: Beer Braised Beef on Crostini.
I am looking forward to Christmas II and Christmas III with Dave's family and then my brother's family. It'll certainly include more excellent eating and great gift giving and receiving.
Oh, and we spent some time watching our baby yesterday. Here is a picture of the little one. It is estimated to be 3 pounds, 10 ounces, give or take 7 ounces. Gender is still unknown. It looks cute as pie

Sunday, December 20, 2009

Snowy Sunday

Today is a snowy Sunday. It is early, before 8am and I'm up... again. I'm not a late sleeper normally, but I rarely get up before 8 on the weekends. That's Dave's job. But this weekend I am feeling a bit overwhelmed with tasks to do and can't sleep. I want to get up and get started.

Yesterday morning I woke up around 7:15 and started laundry. See, our basement is finished. Well, allow me to rephrase that, the contractors are done. Now we (er, Dave) needs to paint and then there is more contractor work to do. But for all intents in purposes, once the walls are painted and the carpet is installed, the contractors will come back and finish the last few items and it will be ready for use. What that means is, now our house is FILTHY and we need to clean it. My parents arrive on Tuesday so we can't let this linger. The house is really gross. So I began laundry, and while I was in the basement I did some rearranging. They moved a bunch of stuff from our hide-away storage area. I moved some of it back and did some general dusting down there. It was filthy.

Then I resumed cookie making: I made two batches of Chocolate Gingerbread Cookie dough, from one of the 12 cooking magazines we get. I didn't realize how many gingerbread people I'd get from one batch so I went with two- planning to give a few to each of our neighbors. We live one a wonderful street full of mostly Italian folks who will probably be grandparent-like to the baby. Last year I made cookies for them and really enjoyed giving them out. This year, about 1/2 way through the second batch of dough I started to feel exhausted. My legs were sore from standing. Sore like I had worked out. I turned and saw all the dishes I needed to do and then thought about my list of stuff I had to do and started to feel anxious. But I pushed on (and used a bigger cookie cutter). After finishing the cookies and making the Christmas eve lasagna and washing the dishes I began to cry. I was utterly exhausted and it was noon. I was crying, I was tired and I just wanted to lay down. So I did. I cried my way into the living room and flopped myself onto the couch and had a few minute boo hoo, muttering something to the fact of 'I'm just tired' and then calmed down.

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!

Last night we went to see The Rat Pack: Live at the Sands Christmas show. It was Rat Pack impersonators doing a show, just as thought it was way back then and in Vegas. It was surprisingly fun and a great entertaining night filled with comedy and Christmas songs. Dean Martin was probably the funniest with all of the jokes about drinking and his slurred words. They ad-libbed some Christmas songs too, the funniest was Rudolph. It was a pleasure of a night and I'm so happy we went.

Today it's snowy. It snowed about 6 inches last night, that blowy light fluffy snow. They estimated 8-16 inches, but 6 is a good amount. It looks pretty and quiet out there. I wonder if I can still see my girls today... I sure hope so. We'll see...

Wednesday, December 16, 2009

Belly Button Erection

My belly button is just beginning to 'pop' so last night Dave and I were looking at it and kind of poking it. Then the baby moved and I started to laugh which just made us laugh more b/c my belly was jiggling. Then Dave started pointing and laughing even harder. I look down through my tears and saw I had a belly button erection. The button stuck out like a little erection. I nearly peed my pants we were laughing so hard.

I wonder if I can get a photo of it....

Monday, December 14, 2009

Pillows For My Feet

About 1.5 years ago I completed one of the most challenging tasks of my life. I completed a Body For Life challenge. As my reward to myself, and to kickstart another attempt at the challenge, I bought three (yes, 3) new pair of sneakers: one for weight-lifting, one for walking/ellipticaling and one for running. Then I tweaked my Achilles and took some time off from much of that working out madness. I've enjoyed the sneaks I bought and used them to their fullest capacity and still use the expensive running shoes for working out, but the others are more just for protecting my socked feet.

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!

Weekend and 28 week belly shots

What a weekend. Wow. After this weekend I feel so very accomplished. Between Christmas shopping and even the shops I stepped into this weekend, not to mention money spent, I did good. I did get a bit sidetracked and picked up a few items for me... but well, isn't that what Christmas is all about? Few more things to pick up (for me and for my dear husband) and I'll be done. I didn't get the cookies made that I was hoping to but all of my goals were flexible.

Here are some belly shots. Still feeling good. Tailbone and pelvis are achy. I made it to the gym today and the evidence of my cold are still lingering but I'm feeling a LOT better. Thank goodness.

Wednesday, December 9, 2009

This weekend we put up our Christmas Tree. It’s a little one this year but so cute and beautiful, I just love it. We also had our first snowfall. This was also the first weekend I abandoned my plans and just took it easy. Which, for me, meant doing only 100 things rather than 200. I opted to not go Christmas shopping and instead lay on the couch in my PJs all day Sunday. And it was lovely. We also decorated our house for Christmas, did some cleaning, did laundry, made homemade tomato sauce and homemade apple sauce and put the lights up outside. I’m not sure if I still overdid it, but it felt right to stay in on Sunday and take it easy.

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

I love my belly

Can I please express how much I love my belly? It is big. It is losing it's shapely button. It jiggles like a bowl full of jelly- sometimes because the person in there is moving around and sometimes because I'm laughing. I could just sit and watch and feel it for hours. I just LOVE it.

Friday, December 4, 2009

Thanksgiving and catch up

Our Thanksgiving was a complete success! We cancelled the plumber at 11:45pm after trying to plunge the toilet. That seemed to fix the crazy sounds and vibrating walls. I have no understanding of why that would fix this issue, but we'll just cross that off the 'figure this one out' list and move on.

Here are some photos of our bird, our spread and a very proud husband. I am so proud of him. The meal was a complete success, the turkey tasted moist and had flavor. The food was read at the same time. Nothing was burned and our incredibly sensitive smoke detector did not go off. Thanks to Jim, we also got a bunch of activities in- we went bowling, golfing, sky diving, Frisbee throwing. I really enjoyed playing Wii.

And then, on Friday, Dave and I headed out to San Francisco for the Notre Dame/Stanford football game- so long Charlie!- and spent some time with our friends. Then did some business stuff in the city. We got home last night to some major surprises in our basement- a crack, some mold and a need for some more demo. Oh boy... More details of our week and the basement to come!

Wednesday, November 25, 2009


We are hosting Thanksgiving this year. We are expecting Dave's parents and his brother for dinner. Dave found a bunch of recipes online which allowed for many items to be made ahead of time. So today, while I laid on the couch under blankets wishing my sniffly nose and watery eyes would go away, Dave made practically all of Thanksgiving dinner. I am truly a lucky girl.

Tonight, after a minor meltdown about overpriced prenatal vitamins (irrational, I know) we noticed our pipes rattling. Not when water is being used, but when water is not being used. There is a slow hum before the rattling happens. It has increased in frequency to somewhere between 1 and 15 minutes, it hums and rattles.

We called our water company and we considered it an emergency- are our pipes going to burst? Is this being caused by the water supply? We had no idea but didn't want to risk a flood. The water company guys came out to take a look and said there is a leak somewhere and believe the rattling to be caused by our new, one-year-old toilet. So tomorrow, along with Dave's family, we will be entertaining a plumber- hopefully they will find this is under warranty. Awesome.

Tuesday, November 24, 2009

It's a new day

I feel oh-so-much-better today. I slept well, I woke up with no heartburn, I went to the gym. Whew! I feel good. The lesson I learned is to eat smaller portions and not to force myself to eat when I don’t feel like it. Last night was one of the first nights during this whole ordeal (being pregnant) that I didn’t eat our planned dinner. I just really couldn’t. I was just beginning to feel better. I had a peanut butter and jelly sandwich.

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

Hunk of Burning Love

I’ve heard that many women get heartburn when pregnant. And considering how my pregnancy has been going, I assumed I would not be one of those women. I was wrong. It came on lightly, just sometimes if I ate too much. But it seems like I’ve had it every day for the past few days. Today I didn’t even finish my morning coffee and I even took Tums! For a person who really enjoys food, this has put a damper on my eating… not to mention my sleeping. It feels like I’m going to throw up fire. It’s worse when I lay down. Especially cruel is the fact that I alternate from feeling hungry to feeling like I'm going to throw up fire.

Wednesday, November 18, 2009


There are lots of small (or big, depending on how you look at it) changes going on lately. I was wearing my favorite pair of maternity pants yesterday when I realized they were uncomfortable- a little tight around the belly. They are underbelly pants, which mean there is a big elastic waistband that runs under the belly. But goodness, it was digging in yesterday so it might be time to retire those. Then this morning when I was dressing for the gym (yes, I still go SOME days), I had a difficult time finding an appropriate length shirt. So I had to borrow one of Dave’s smaller ones. So the belly is growing.

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

Date Night in Hartford

Several months ago we signed up for a half season subscription to a local theater. We got tickets for Mistakes were Made. We began talking about our night out a few weeks ago when we got a great coupon for a restaurant we really like. I even bought a new shirt specifically with this evening in mind. We've got this all planned.

So Saturday morning we wake up and run some errands (more on that later this week) and start talking about what we're going to wear, what time we should leave, where we should park since it's raining etc. Since it's Saturday night in Hartford, we could probably find street parking. And the few times we've been to this restaurant we've had no trouble getting in and have been disappointed at how FAST our service was as though they were specifically focused on the show-going crowd.

So we leave a little before 6 and as we drive by the restaurant entrance looking for parking we notice it appears quite busy in there with some people standing up by the door. I drive around the block, find street parking and walk (with no umbrella in the rain) about a block and a half. We wait in line, ask for a table of 2 and are told they aren't seating anyone without a reservation. Huh? I think tonight might be the Trans Siberian Orchestra at the XL center, but that show is pretty corny and not THAT big, right?

So we rush back to the car and I dial several other restaurants ranging from high end to brew pub, all are running either 1.5 hour waits or not seating until after 9. IN HARTFORD? What is going on?! We consider heading back to our town and call a few restaurants there and they are also running a wait. WHAT? Isn't there a recession going on? What are all these people doing out?!!

So tick tock, tick tock... (OH, and I forgot to mention- Dave looks fantastic in a new silk sweater I got for him and dark pants. I mean, we really dressed up nice for this evening.) Dave looks livid. I'm frustrated because I considered making a reservation but decided against it since it's HARTFORD. So I suggest we head down to Franklin Ave- the Italian area- to find a place offering pizza slices. It's not glamorous, but it's food and most likely it'd be delicious. We drive around, find a pizza spot- we walk in, wait in line for a few minutes when Dave says he'd rather not eat than eat here. So now I'm livid. We head back to the car and I ask what we should do now. It's about 6:55, show starts at 8. Jokingly I suggest Subway as we drive by one. Dave shrugs, ok.

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.

We arrive with plenty of time, take our seats and sit through 90 minutes of a sorry attempt at comedy. It was really pretty bad- not funny, bad timing, stupid storyline, sloppy script. About halfway through the play I begin to smile. Looking around the theater it appeared that many people were having as difficult a time staying awake or interested as I was. The couples immediately to our right, left and in front were all sleeping or nodding off. It was rough. But it was Date Night.

I was out with my man. After a rough start we had a really lovely night, I mean, come on, there were cookies involved. It was a night filled with some giggles, food and sophisticated entertainment. It was a night we will laugh about for years to come, every time we make a reservation for a restaurant in Hartford, I imagine.

Thursday, November 12, 2009

whoosh whoosh whoosh

Today is one of those days that I will remember for a long time. I am officially heavier than I ever have been. (My last doctors appointment was the heaviest I've ever weighed myself, but it's possible that I weighed more than that at one point but didn't get on a scale.) But today, at the doctors office, getting on that scale and watching the little slider thing continue moving higher and higher I caught a giggle in my throat. Wow, I am heavier than I've ever been. And it shows! The belly is there. Strangers notice it now. It's funny. (thank goodness it's a baby!)

My favorite parts of the doctor appointment are possibly seeing the advice nurse, Shelly (who gave me the H1N1 shot today) and hearing the heartbeat. Shelly is awesome and has helped me through many panic attacks and the heartbeat sounds funny. Dave and I try to make the noise often because it's not like you would think. It's like whoosh, whoosh, except at about 140 times per minute. So today when the doctor found the whoosh whoosh, she listened for longer than I could contain and I started to giggle. Well, she had to stop listening because my giggles interrupted the whoosh whoosh sound. She began again and I giggled again. She tried a few more times and I could not figure out why I couldn't stop giggling. I guess normally by that point the doctor has already flown out of the room and Dave and I do our little heartbeat dance and giggle celebrating this itty bitty life.

Wednesday, November 11, 2009

More Happy News

I was reading a 'good' news article today about a guy who won the lottery. This lovely 76 year old retired corrections officer won $6M. And what did he say about it? He said it's 'like getting the best piece of cake in the world'.

Seriously, how precious is that? The man won $6M. He compares it to eating a lovely confection. I want to have a phrase like that and use it regularly. I mean, I like cake. But I think I'd take a crunchy chocolate chip cookie over cake. Although I've had some seriously yummy cake. And does a cinnamon yummy (crumb/coffee cake) count as a cake? Hmmm...

I saw our baby today. I was looking at my belly when I was laying on my back (something they tell me I shouldn't do anymore) and it moved. My belly did a kind of wave. Not a hello/goodbye wave- THAT would freak me out, but like an ocean wave. It was neat. I was poking at it trying to make it do it again but it wouldn't do it on command (go figure). I'll attempt again, with an audience (Dave), because it was really neat. Baby is growing nice and big (or maybe that's because of the cookies and cakes...) but it is beautiful and I love to feel it bouncing around in there. I feel great- good energy level, healthy, sane.

Thursday, November 5, 2009

At least I'm not alone...

I received this email today from a dear friend who is pregnant, due one month before me. I feel no guilt in laughing at her. Yes, you read that correctly. I am laughing at her, not with her. I welcomed her to my loony bin. For those concerned, she's doing much better tonight, but still has a little heartburn. Hang in there Kim! Here's her note:

I have a true story about my morning for you. I think Baby B is trying seriously making me CRAZY. I woke up at 2:30am thinking I might be hungry. By 3am I could not resist the urge for cereal so I got up for an hour watching tv and happily eating my cereal. When I tried to go back to sleep my mind started wandering and ALL I could think about was a sausage egg sandwich from Starbucks. So weird because this is so off the "normal" craving list lately and I have not been able to even say the word egg for about 5 months. Not to mention again that I had just eaten a whole bowl of cereal. So I stayed awake for the rest of the morning thinking of my sandwich and not getting ANY sleep.

After hours of staring at the ceiling I got out of bed and headed to work. On the way I stopped at Starbuck's to get my much thought about sandwich. I hesitantly ate the first bite because I did not know how my tummy was going to react and I was driving so things could go bad quickly. Amazingly I ate that beautiful sausage egg sandwich in about 10 seconds and didn't even flinch at the roof of my mouth burning because it was still so hot. Can I tell you how.good.it.tasted? I haven't eaten ANYTHING with so much enthusiasm for MONTHS. It was so good in fact that when I thought about it I burst into tears and cried the whole way into work.

I've dried my tears, have no more skin on the roof of my mouth, made it to work, am EXHAUSTED and have heartburn like CRAZY (god bless the inventor of tums), but I kind of want another sandwich. I have less then 100 days left of being pregnant then the real hormonal roller coaster begins. Am I going to make it? I hope you are having a MUCH better Thursday morning than I am and you got a little laugh at my adventures this morning. KB

Wednesday, November 4, 2009

Next home project

We always talked about making our basement more usable. It’s finished, but it’s really not finished.. It’s dark, the carpeting is very thin and the door leading to the bulkhead is hollow (not at all insulated). So we talked about making the basement a living space/TV room once our guest bedroom (soon to be baby’s room) and tv room (soon to be guest bedroom) get occupied.

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.

I think Dave wants to hire them because the helpers name is Igor. He’s little too. Sometimes even the most rational people (Dave) make irrational decisions. I’m game with going with these guys simply due to the fact that the helpers name is Igor too. And because they sound like Dracula.

Monday, November 2, 2009

Not quite the 'glow'

Someone said I looked tired today. And I don't often get told that but when she said it, I realized my eyes were kind of burning and I could feel a little wrinkle under each one, like a little bag. I went to the mirror and peeked at myself and I looked awful. Definitely not the 'glow' I've read about. I looked pooped.

I'd like to blame it on going to the gym this morning. Or maybe the time change. Or perhaps just the Monday morning wearys. But I don't think I can blame it on the baby just yet.

We're excited about many things about the arrival of the little one, but considering how much we enjoy sleeping, the lack of it is not something we very excited for. It's funny to be at this point in the pregnancy. I feel great- I'm happy and my excitement is growing. Mentally I feel a bit more stable (will I ever be completely stable?) and we have so much longer to wait! I'm only halfway through! We've got 4 more months to go! We've only known about this little one for 4 months. Holy moley! That's a long time to wait!

Sunday, November 1, 2009

23 week belly picture

So the belly has grown. Certainly some shirts 'show off' the belly more than others. But even more exciting than the growing belly is that Dave felt the baby today. THAT is an exciting milestone. I don't agree with the comparison of butterfly flutters. I don't agree with the comparison of the fish tail, probably because I imagine a little goldfish. If someone said it feels like a 5 lb fish tail flopping around, I'd agree. But this is no mild little flutter. This is a thump thump. So Dave felt the thump today. And I LOVE that he felt it.

I wonder though, what is the baby doing in there? It is just trying out it's new motor skills and muscles? Or is it trying to flop around onto it's other side? Trying to get more comfortable? Trying to send a message? (more food, perhaps?) Just reminding me that everything is A-OK in there? Whatever it is, I LOVE IT!

Oh, and we got a gift from huggies today. How cute and little is this thing? I put a pen next to it for comparison. It is so tiny I can hardly believe it. It is things like this that make me very excited. Look how absolutely tiny is this.

Friday, October 30, 2009

Our baby, the pilot...

After a bumpy flight (in more ways than one) to Seattle, I believe our baby really enjoys flying. During the mild turbulence the baby was bouncing around as well. It was a joy to have some hours to just sit and just be. I think Baby must have enjoyed it too! Maybe it will be a pilot when it grows up.

Seattle was lovely, I had a great dinner with Aunt Liz and did some lovely work stuff. The people I work with make the trip truly pleasant and it was fun to surprise some of my clients with my big belly.

Speaking of that. My belly has grown (pictures to come tomorrow). My goodness, I was only gone for 4 days but I now look like I am having a baby. It is not a secret, it isn't just chubby, it is a baby. And the best part about it, Dave really loves it. He can't keep his hands off it. He makes this squeezing motion with his hands and just comes over to squeeze and rub it. It's beautiful.

I feel great. I feel happy and somehow assured things are going absolutely right. I feel mentally balanced (thank god) and aside from a few minor complaints, I feel great.

Saturday, October 24, 2009

Emotional Wreck

Lately my emotions have been ALL over the place. I don't think I have as wide a range of emotions lately- I haven't been really pissed off/swearing and I haven't been jumping around and laughing hysterically. But I have had quick brief mood swings that make me feel crazy causing me to ask- why? The hardest part is the quick snaps at people I love, for something I forget only minutes later. It makes no sense, but I can't seem to stop it. And the tears, oh my.

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

Tiredest girl on Earth

I'm not a big sleeper. I don't generally need lots of sleep and before I met Dave I would regularly go to bed at or after midnight, waking at 6:30 for work and have no problem with that amount of sleep. I enjoy sleep, but I don't think I need a lot of it.

Dave, on the other hand, is a fantastic sleeper. Not only does he go to bed early-between 9-10, but you can also find him snoozing on the couch before bedtime. It's amazing to me how well and much he sleeps. I consider it one of the benefits of our marriage that we now go to bed earlier than midnight. Now I get more sleep and that can't hurt. (sidenote, Dave does get up at 5 for the gym daily. I sometimes accommodate him but no longer regularly)
So on Wednesday around 11, I felt tired. So tired. Tired in a way that I wanted to cry. I ached to be in comfy clothes and horizontal. I tried to kick that desire but I couldn't. I cancelled my Wednesday night plans, came home, got in my comfy clothes and laid on the couch hardly keeping my eyes open for CSI.
Dave came home and laughed at me. He would leave the room, then poke his head back in and giggle some more. I don't know what happened to me (I blame the baby) but I was the tiredest girl on earth. Dave and I were in bed by 8:04pm and, get this, Dave was asleep before me! But I was close behind. I was zonked.

Tuesday, October 20, 2009

Trip #2 to Babies R Us

We went again. Just to look. Again. And we didn't run out screaming, we didn't get into a fight. SUCCESS! We didn't really talk that much, but we looked more closely at things and shared our comments about various items (like a video monitor for the baby). We talked about things that we thought we would need and things we thought were silly or weird- like the teddy bear that makes womb sounds and hangs from the crib rails. Yes, the teddy hangs from the crib.

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

autumnal garden/yard cleaning surprise!

Aside from the snow that fell on Thursday, there were signs telling us it was time to winterize the yard and garden. We laid a bunch of mulch several weeks ago, but needed to do things like bring in the patio chairs and cushions, store the beach umbrella and chairs somewhere other than the garage, etc. There was a little gardening to do. Oh, and we needed to cut down our too-late-for-red-tomatoes tomato plants. It was a rotten year for growing and for tomatoes especially.

So I start hacking away at the tomatoes. It's a shame to cut down and throw away about 10 small green tomatoes (many had holes where presumably bugs got to them). Then I head to the Square Foot Garden that we loved so much. We planted some onions that we expected to fruit around now, but they looked lovely a green (a sign they are not doing what they are supposed to). However, the look gorgeous and smell like green onions, so that's how I'll use them. Of course, the broccoli was still hearty and producing small heads. There were some carrot stalks I yanked and much to my surprise, there were some impressive looking carrots connected to those stalks! Look what I found! Yes, it is the size of my hand:

So it looks like we'll be having carrots with dinner... all week...

Friday, October 16, 2009

Miami Heat- Oldies

So in my quest for good or cute news, I bring you this. A story about the Senior Citizen's Miami Heat Dance team. It's a dance team of only over-60 year olds who perform at the Miami Heat games. The dancers are spunky and have a lot of fun. It's adorable and I just love it. I wish I knew how to post a video... anyway, it's cute.


Thursday, October 15, 2009

20 weeks! and photos!

We had our 20 week ultrasound today. The baby size (an heirloom tomato) and weight (a can of soda --- or beer) and heartbeat are all normal and the estimated age of the babe is on track with how many weeks the doctors think it is. Everything looks perfect. We saw it's little hands and feet and long arms. The tech thinks the baby has my nose. We saw it yawn (or open it's mouth) and also playing with its toes. It was really amazing and we're thrilled everything looks good, the heart rate was 150/minute and it seemed really happy in there. It was 'cooperative' says the tech.

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

Searching for a new

So I have taken some pre-natal yoga classes and I truly enjoy them but they are not really at the best times for me. I also bought a dvd to use at home. I chose this particular one because it had a 15-30-45 minute sessions so I could choose how much time I wanted to spend doing it. I love that. Except I don't like the tape. I don't like the instructor and I can't figure out when I'm supposed to breathe. So I'm on to trying to find a new video which totally bums me out. I think I'll try the library next.

Monday, October 12, 2009

when did I get this big?

Seriously, did it sneak up on me? Am I wearing something that makes the belly look bigger? Some days I don't look pregnant at all and other days I look like this! When in the world did I grow this belly? Overnight? Wow. Well Kids, here is the first belly photo... at 19.5 weeks:

Wow, our broken scale says I haven't gained any weight... weird.

Sunday, October 11, 2009

just one of those days

I don't know if every pregnant person feels this way, but I can be going about my day perfectly fine when suddenly I'm hungry. And I don't mean 'hmmm, perhaps I'll grab a nibble of something when I come upon something tasty'. No, it immediately progresses to 'perhaps I'll eat my arm off'. As a result I generally carry a snack with me, in case of an emergency, tucked in a pocket of my purse. I bring my purse nearly everywhere, except to the grocery store.

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

A long weekend of nothing

It's a long weekend for me. That's so nice to have an extra day off to get done things I need to get done... Except a regular weekend without Dave feels too long. And now it's been lengthened just because some explorer found America. Damn Columbus! And, to top it off, I've got no plans. I've watched all my recorded CSI and Law & Order. I've already done laundry. I've planned out our cooking for next week. The house is decently clean. I've changed the sheets.

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

Give up Law and Order and CSI... I could never!

Lately I’m obsessed with CSI, CSI:NY, Law & Order and Bones. I could just watch them all day long if the tv channels let me. I tape the old ones and the new ones so I can see what I’m missing. I love that stuff (with the exception of SVU).

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

1. Law & Order and all of it's derivatives (especially SVU)
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

Old Soul

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

what we are excited about

So I'm trying to implement a new tradition for Dave and I, to every night say one thing we're excited about. Now, if you've met Dave and I you know I'm the excited/irrational one and he's the calm, cool and collected one. So while I know he IS excited and he tells me he is excited I'm desperate to know exactly what he is excited about. And while it is really like pulling teeth, our little game (er, I mean tradition) is telling me what he is excited for is fun. I love it. I wish he would play better though.

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

How did they do that???

So I wrote this blog posting earlier today... because I can't blog from work, I emailed it to myself to post this evening...

Dear World,

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

What we're excited about

So I'm trying to implement a new tradition for Dave and I, to every night say one thing we're excited about. Now, if you've met Dave and I you know I'm the excited/irrational one and he's the calm, cool and collected one. So while I know he IS excited and he tells me he is excited I'm desperate to know exactly what he is excited about. And while it is really like pulling teeth, our little game (er, I mean tradition) is telling me what he is excited for is fun. I love it. I wish he would play better though.

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!

New Goal- regular postings

Ok, So since there is news or actual stuff to announce to you all, my new goal is to post something every other day. Perhaps (Phill) my posts won't be as long, but more regular.
Feeling it. I've begun to feel the baby and I have to say, it is the most beautiful feeling in the world. What it means to me is that little green/red light I wish I had on my belly button to inform me that things are ok is no longer necessary. Now I've got the little one saying 'Hi Mom! I'm ok in here, go about your business and send in some food!' And it is a really wonderful feeling.
Here's a picture of the little one from 12 weeks... New picts coming soon

Wednesday, September 23, 2009

Big News

So, the big news is: I’m having a baby! I can’t keep it a secret any longer! I’m 16.5 weeks and starting to feel (and apparently look as my well-intentioned neighbor pointed out) bigger. No need to do the math, kids, I’m due March 5th and we will not learn the gender of the baby on purpose. It’s crazy to think about the fact that I am growing a person. What is really fun about this time in my life is that I have some dear friends who are also pregnant with due dates close to mine which makes me feel more able to ask strange questions or blab on and on about things a non-pregnant person might not really care (or want to) hear about. I met up with a friend at a pre-natal yoga class last week. I asked that friend about the pain in my bum (seemingly not where the average bum pain exists in pregnant people).

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

Master Bathroom Before and After

So, we've got another project checked off our to-do list. It is thrilling to have another 'new' room. And it is another way of making our house feel more OURS. And while the contractor did suggest it would only take 2-3 days, I knew it would take more like 2-3 weeks. It ended up being a 3 week long project and we are very pleased with the results. So here are some photos:




Saturday, September 19, 2009

Home Goods StyleScope Test

So Katie over on www.Marriageconfessions.com/confessions had a link to take a test to determine your style according to HomeGoods. Now, I must say, the 'style' of my husband's and my house isn't really MY style, it's OUR style. And that's ok...I guess.

When we originally moved in together, trying to blend our furniture together and give his dark brown gorgeous leather couch and chair a little flair, we went out searching for throw pillows. We searched high and low and could not decide on anything. We went to Kohls, Bed Bath and Beyond, HomeGoods, Linens & Things- I mean everwhere- Sears, JC Penny. It was exhausting and I must admit, at one point I wondered why this process was so hard? And would EVERYTHING in our just-blossoming relationship be this hard? I still think we passed up the best idea, which was green and brown throw pillows and a brown and green platter that I wanted to hang on the wall like abstract art (found at HomeGoods). Dave politely rolled his eyes and walked away from me. We still joke about hanging a platter on the wall. And ended up going with various shades of orange throw pillows. But the green platter was, by far, the better idea.

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.

So I took the stylescope quiz and my style is "Elegant Classic". I'm not so sure that's MY style, but perhaps it is OUR style. I do consider the stuff we have as classic (or boring/timeless). The suggestion the quiz gave me is to work with color. Perhaps that's correct but we do have a shockingly bright green kitchen (with timeless dark brown cupboards and speckled granite countertops). We do have mustard and burgandy dining room with a wine theme (and a dark brown dining table and wine rack) and an orange tv room (with dark brown leather furniture and tv table) and orange throw pillows. We do have a guest room with a lovely colorful quilt and "fairy garden" green walls.

I'm not sure if 'elegant' really defines my style. Except for the ugly chair, my/our style is bland with a tad of colorful expression. But, I love Homegoods and I love to dream up rooms while I'm in Homegoods. I would LOVE an area rug for our living room (Dave does not want an area rug and fights me on this whenever I bring it up) or some fun accessories and furniture to start decorating our soon-to-be baby's room...

Friday, September 11, 2009

An upgrade...

So, I traded in my beloved car, Peter:

the 2000 Dodge Neon, the car I bought this very day, 6 years ago, the day I got my acceptance letter to work for my current employer. The day, in my opinion, I officially became a Connecticut citizen. I moved from San Francisco with an absurd amount of debt, no job, no car and some hopes of beginning my suburban life. That car had been through some rough times with me, has been smashed up two times keeping me safe and sound and never gave me any problems. It was a big part of my life and while it is not a popular or sexy car, I really loved that car.

But, times they are a changin' and with those changing times, an automobile upgrade was in order. Dave and I have both talked about how our cars are probably two of the least sexy cars out there. Neither had power locks or windows, Dave's doesn't even have a cassette, let alone a CD player and together our cars probably weighed about 1000 pounds (not really, but come on, his car is made out of plastic!) Ok, back to the (ahem, I mean MY) new car.

So I picked up this car, currently unnamed, yesterday, after crying at the dealership for my loss of Peter, and the people at the dealership wondering what the hell was wrong with me, I mean, come on, look at the upgrade, but there is a special place in my heart for Peter. But looking forward... ok, here is my new, perky, car:

And, the profile view:

This has some of the features I was interested in paying for (remote engine starter) and some I wasn't willing to pay for but the deal was too good to be true (backup warning indicators). It has power locks and windows, a GIANT sunroof, all wheel drive, seat warmers and the little buttons on the steering wheel to change the radio volume and channels (how cool!).

This feels like a very safe car and it drives really nice and looks grown up. Now why do I feel so guilty for leaving poor Peter alone with those people, forever?! I hope he goes to a good home where someone loves him at least half as much as I did.

Monday, August 31, 2009

You Say Tomato

So we have about 8 tomatoes on our 3 mail-ordered tomato plants. That is about 5 more than we got on our 3 tomato plans last year which is thrilling. Also that the tomato plants struggled terribly with the nasty weather this summer, we are THRILLED. Even if they don’t turn red, even if they don’t taste good, even if the bunnies get to them before we do, I am very proud of our gardening capabilities. Despite the peppers and eggplants not doing anything, we were successful with carrots, peas, broccoli, lettuce and tomatoes. We’re working on the zucchinis. Still hoping the bunnies stay away so we can get the flowers to make a vegetable, but we’ll see.

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!