My sister has tagged me, and here are my instructions. Since I have the non-blogginest group of friends around, it might take me a little time to tag someone else but I'm going to give it a go.
*** Here's how you play: Once you've been tagged you have to write a blog with 10 weird, random facts, habits, or goals about yourself. Don't forget to tag someone else and leave them a comment saying "You're It!" and to go read your blog. You cannot tag the person that tagged you; since you can't tag me back, let me know when you are done so that I can go read YOUR blog answers. ***
Okay so here are my 10 things...
1. The order of my nightly toothbrushing ritual is as follows: mouthwash, floss, brush. After rinsing toothbrush thoroughly, give it two quick shakes to knock off the excess water. In the morning the only thing I do is brush, and I only floss in the daytime if something gets stuck in my teeth.
2. I used to be unable to eat mushrooms. Now I like the flavor and can eat one without gagging.
3. I love knitting. Sometimes I just sit and knit without trying to make anything.
4. Nine out of ten things that annoy me have to do with listening to or watching other people eat or chew gum. For example, I have to leave the room before Frank starts eating grapes or I go completely bonkers. I have no idea why. I can't tell you how many times I've shouted, "Loudest grape eater EVER!" at him, stormed out of the room, and slammed the door. There are times when my own chewing annoys me, and I have to stop and find something else to eat.
5. I enjoy reading non-fiction books about mental illness.
6. One thing I would very much like to do is learn French. I've only ever taken Spanish, which has served me well, but if I could do high school over again I would also take French. I also want to live in France.
7. Mint chocolate chip ice cream and "The Wizard of Oz" always remind me of my dad.
8. I wish I had a great big garden. Wouldn't matter if it were filled with flowers or veggies or both. I just wish I had a space where I could dig in the dirt and take care of my plants. One day I will have the great big garden of my dreams, and I'll have special cute little outfits to wear while tending to it, complete with matching gloves, clogs, knee pads and gardening tools. Oh and I'll have a kick-ass gardening shed, too.
9. Even though it doesn't matter deep down who Olivia looks like, there is a little part of me that hopes she looks like her mommy. Frank's got a mini me, and I want one too.
10. I hate sweat pants.
Thursday, March 13
Wednesday, March 12
Dangerous fumes
I wonder what it would take to register my ass as a lethal weapon. I've been so completely embarrassingly gassy since yesterday. Some would argue it's been longer than that, but they're not writing this so too bad. Ok so I did have a burrito the other day, and that kind of thing never seems to help in a fart situation.
It would make more sense to me if, during pregnancy, you actually has less gas than usual, if only for the lack of space. Friday is supposed to be a food shopping day, but if the situation doesn't improve then I'm not going. I like Wegman's. I don't want to be banned from my favorite food store. Take away my Target, my Whole Foods, or my Shop Rite. I don't care about stinking people out in any of those places. Since Whole Foods did that big expansion, most of the people who shop there deserve to have someone fart near them. It used to be fun to go there, but the past few times I've been, it's like a zoo. Animals. Just animals. And far too crowded. It seemed less crowded when it was smaller, if that makes any sense. And Target... most often it's the employees I'd like to gas out, but most of the shoppers are perfectly okay with me.
Since I'm hungry and not sure what to eat, I might wind up having another burrito. I love them, the Amy's Organics ones. I bought six or eight of them on Monday. If you happen to have any plans with me this weekend, it would be wise to consider canceling. I'll understand.
It would make more sense to me if, during pregnancy, you actually has less gas than usual, if only for the lack of space. Friday is supposed to be a food shopping day, but if the situation doesn't improve then I'm not going. I like Wegman's. I don't want to be banned from my favorite food store. Take away my Target, my Whole Foods, or my Shop Rite. I don't care about stinking people out in any of those places. Since Whole Foods did that big expansion, most of the people who shop there deserve to have someone fart near them. It used to be fun to go there, but the past few times I've been, it's like a zoo. Animals. Just animals. And far too crowded. It seemed less crowded when it was smaller, if that makes any sense. And Target... most often it's the employees I'd like to gas out, but most of the shoppers are perfectly okay with me.
Since I'm hungry and not sure what to eat, I might wind up having another burrito. I love them, the Amy's Organics ones. I bought six or eight of them on Monday. If you happen to have any plans with me this weekend, it would be wise to consider canceling. I'll understand.
Late bird
No matter how hard I try, or how tired I am, I just can't seem to get to bed before midnight or one in the morning. Like tonight. I finished up a project at the dining room table, had a snack, cleaned up, and it's already 12:30. And I still have to shower.
Hopefully next week I can start getting to bed at a decent time. At least when I do go to bed I've been getting enough sleep to make it through the following morning. The back pain only hits when I stand up, and I've only been waking up to pee once overnight. Today I had a cup of coffee and still felt tired, and I guess Nico can tell things are changing because he was so good about me being sleepy today. When I took him out of the crib, he sat with me in the rocker and snuggled my belly. Put his head right down on my lap, turned on his side, curled his legs around to my right, and rested his left arm right on top of the baby and laughed. Later, after the first episode of "Jack's Big Music Show", I laid on the sofa and watched him play blocks and go back and forth to the tv. Every few minuted he'd come over and put his cheek on my cheek, or shout in my face and run away giggling.
This whole going to bed late thing should calm down next week. At least that's what I'm hoping for. It's hard though. Sometimes I just lose track of time or have too many things to do. Or I'm up enjoying the quiet. That's pretty much what I'm doing right now. I'm going to try to take a record speed shower and be in bed by 1am. That'll give me a nice six hour chunk of dream time and tomorrow I can start fresh.
Hopefully next week I can start getting to bed at a decent time. At least when I do go to bed I've been getting enough sleep to make it through the following morning. The back pain only hits when I stand up, and I've only been waking up to pee once overnight. Today I had a cup of coffee and still felt tired, and I guess Nico can tell things are changing because he was so good about me being sleepy today. When I took him out of the crib, he sat with me in the rocker and snuggled my belly. Put his head right down on my lap, turned on his side, curled his legs around to my right, and rested his left arm right on top of the baby and laughed. Later, after the first episode of "Jack's Big Music Show", I laid on the sofa and watched him play blocks and go back and forth to the tv. Every few minuted he'd come over and put his cheek on my cheek, or shout in my face and run away giggling.
This whole going to bed late thing should calm down next week. At least that's what I'm hoping for. It's hard though. Sometimes I just lose track of time or have too many things to do. Or I'm up enjoying the quiet. That's pretty much what I'm doing right now. I'm going to try to take a record speed shower and be in bed by 1am. That'll give me a nice six hour chunk of dream time and tomorrow I can start fresh.
Tuesday, March 11
Crap, crap everywhere
I started cleaning out my side of the bedroom closet last night, and threw out a laundry basket worth of junk. Funny thing... when I was sitting on the floor sorting out what I wanted to keep and what I wanted to toss, so many things that used to mean so much to me ended up in the junk pile. I couldn't get rid of enough "things". Shoes and jewelry and purses, papers and various other space-taker-uppers that were once sooo important I just had to keep them because I was sure one day I'd be really happy I still had them. Basically it was a repeat of last week's bathroom closet bonanza, but with different, more expensive junk.
There's still work to be done in there, but it was a good start. Most of what's left is folding and sorting through more clothes that will never fit again. This afternoon I divided and filed all the papers lying around the living room and on the kitchen counter. 90% of them went to the shred or recycle piles. Fine by me. Can I just ask you, what is up with me keeping candles that are 85% burned? Like one day this summer I'm going to want to smell Holiday Wreath. Tonight I'm taking out the kitchen trash and the candles are coming along for the ride.
Isn't there some theory about the universe always tending to move towards chaos? So what's the point of cleaning things when they'll just get messy again? I don't know if it even matters, but at least cleaning out all the useless pieces of my old life has some aesthetic value. It looks cleaner, it feels cleaner, and I feel better. I feel like who I am now, instead of me being who I am now and clinging to who I used to be. They're just things, and I never want to go back to the place and time when they actually meant something. And they're not even things I want any more. I almost resent their still being here. So I guess tonight and tomorrow and the day after that, I'll be lining up more of my old stuff and marching it out to the dumpster. The goal is to be done clearing it all out by the end of the week, and then I can move on to other things. Finally.
There's still work to be done in there, but it was a good start. Most of what's left is folding and sorting through more clothes that will never fit again. This afternoon I divided and filed all the papers lying around the living room and on the kitchen counter. 90% of them went to the shred or recycle piles. Fine by me. Can I just ask you, what is up with me keeping candles that are 85% burned? Like one day this summer I'm going to want to smell Holiday Wreath. Tonight I'm taking out the kitchen trash and the candles are coming along for the ride.
Isn't there some theory about the universe always tending to move towards chaos? So what's the point of cleaning things when they'll just get messy again? I don't know if it even matters, but at least cleaning out all the useless pieces of my old life has some aesthetic value. It looks cleaner, it feels cleaner, and I feel better. I feel like who I am now, instead of me being who I am now and clinging to who I used to be. They're just things, and I never want to go back to the place and time when they actually meant something. And they're not even things I want any more. I almost resent their still being here. So I guess tonight and tomorrow and the day after that, I'll be lining up more of my old stuff and marching it out to the dumpster. The goal is to be done clearing it all out by the end of the week, and then I can move on to other things. Finally.
Saturday, March 8
Everything is so fixed
Getting a nice haircut. Nothing like it.
Today I made my way over to Salon Rouge, and after I got my hair all fixified I felt so damn pretty that I treated my eyebrows to a touch-up. I think my head lost ten pounds. Since I'm not shedding any hair, and won't for probably another six months or so, there was about an extra third of the normal volume. Gross. But it's all better now.
As if looking and feeling better wasn't enough, we had a small miracle happen this evening after a power outage. For weeks our wireless router hadn't been working. We have no idea why. We moved the tv and when we plugged all the gadgets back in, our network wasn't functioning. It was like our computers had done something to piss off the wireless, and they weren't speaking to one another. We decided we were going to treat ourselves to a new wireless router. The Mac router. Oooh. You see, when something doesn't work right, like a computer or a car, I have the tendency to believe that these mechanical things have the ability to fix themselves. If my car makes a weird noise, I don't go to the mechanic right away. I wait for the car to fix itself. It almost always works. Same with my computer. When I'm having file trouble or program trouble, I just do my thing, give it a few days, and magically it works itself out. Regardless, we've been eyeing the Mac wireless guy and this seemed like the perfect opportunity to go for it.
With this broken wireless thing, nothing we tried worked. All the usually effective unplugging and replugging, connecting with *ick* wires, having the cable company reset the modem, blah blah blah... nothing. So we just unplugged the power strip and switched to using a neighbor's network, SamLuisDan. We felt so... so... unclean! We aren't sure, but we think we know which neighbors they are. I'm sure they're nice enough fellows, but still we like to use our own network named after our former fatass cat Buddha. Around 6:00 today the power went out, and a little while later I tried to email something and couldn't connect on SamLuisDan. Uh-oh! Again, tried the usual fixes and still nothing. So I took a chance, plugged our shite back in, switched to Buddha and restarted. I'm delighted to report that Buddha is back in a big way. Something must have happened with the power failure, and my computer fixed itself. Smarty pants. I feel like I can once again show my face around the neighborhood without having people point and stare. "Oh, THAT's the girl who's stealing SamLuisDan. Shame, shame," they all say. Well neighbors, I can now hold my freshly do'ed, good-lookin' eyebrowed head high, wave and say hello.
Today I made my way over to Salon Rouge, and after I got my hair all fixified I felt so damn pretty that I treated my eyebrows to a touch-up. I think my head lost ten pounds. Since I'm not shedding any hair, and won't for probably another six months or so, there was about an extra third of the normal volume. Gross. But it's all better now.
As if looking and feeling better wasn't enough, we had a small miracle happen this evening after a power outage. For weeks our wireless router hadn't been working. We have no idea why. We moved the tv and when we plugged all the gadgets back in, our network wasn't functioning. It was like our computers had done something to piss off the wireless, and they weren't speaking to one another. We decided we were going to treat ourselves to a new wireless router. The Mac router. Oooh. You see, when something doesn't work right, like a computer or a car, I have the tendency to believe that these mechanical things have the ability to fix themselves. If my car makes a weird noise, I don't go to the mechanic right away. I wait for the car to fix itself. It almost always works. Same with my computer. When I'm having file trouble or program trouble, I just do my thing, give it a few days, and magically it works itself out. Regardless, we've been eyeing the Mac wireless guy and this seemed like the perfect opportunity to go for it.
With this broken wireless thing, nothing we tried worked. All the usually effective unplugging and replugging, connecting with *ick* wires, having the cable company reset the modem, blah blah blah... nothing. So we just unplugged the power strip and switched to using a neighbor's network, SamLuisDan. We felt so... so... unclean! We aren't sure, but we think we know which neighbors they are. I'm sure they're nice enough fellows, but still we like to use our own network named after our former fatass cat Buddha. Around 6:00 today the power went out, and a little while later I tried to email something and couldn't connect on SamLuisDan. Uh-oh! Again, tried the usual fixes and still nothing. So I took a chance, plugged our shite back in, switched to Buddha and restarted. I'm delighted to report that Buddha is back in a big way. Something must have happened with the power failure, and my computer fixed itself. Smarty pants. I feel like I can once again show my face around the neighborhood without having people point and stare. "Oh, THAT's the girl who's stealing SamLuisDan. Shame, shame," they all say. Well neighbors, I can now hold my freshly do'ed, good-lookin' eyebrowed head high, wave and say hello.
Friday, March 7
IKEA. IHOP. Poop deck.
A busy morning/early afternoon. Had to pick up something at IKEA, and I've been putting off the trip. Today I finally gave in and we left pre-10am. Not that it's really that far to Philly, but it's far enough. So IKEA was good, and I wanted to take Nico for brunch at the café there but honest to God I couldn't find my way there. That place is like a maze and a fortress in one. I ended up at the checkout and figured it was a sign that we should go to IHOP instead. Fair enough.
So we paid, went back to Cherry Hill for IHOP and had a great time. Then we hit Michael's on the way home and by the time we left there it was after 2pm. Nico fell asleep in the car, and he was so tired that when we got up to his bedroom he just laid on the floor and let me change his diapey (too much pee pees and it leaked) and give him a fresh outfit. I switched from Target brand baby detergent to Dreft and now his clothes smell so... baby. I love it. I gotta say he held up pretty well for all the running around. He loved IHOP. Pancakes are the new treat. They have this kids menu item now, it's a stack of pancakes with pink icing, colored sprinkle dots and a pink lollipop stuck in the top. The pancakes are different sizes, big on bottom to small on top, so it looks like a Dr. Seuss pancake mountain (they have Horton promo kids meals now). Mind you, I did not feed that flapjack horror to my child. I figured regular pancakes with strawberry syrup was enough. He mostly ate eggs, but you can't eat at IHOP and not have pancakes, even if you're only 1.
I'm wiped out from today's adventures. Gonna rest my bones. Decided not to buy new pj's for the hospital since I can't find anything I really like enough to spend money on. Still hunting for slippers though. The hospital bag is just about ready to go. My big fancy haircut is tomorrow. Tonight I'll probably be able to get some more stuff done around here. I'll leave you with a quote from a recent episode of "Family Guy" where Lois and Peter were on a cruise ship. Lois's line may not be exact, but it's the best I can remember...
Lois: Peter, you're so embarrassing!
Peter: It is called 'the poop deck', and that is why I pooped there.
So we paid, went back to Cherry Hill for IHOP and had a great time. Then we hit Michael's on the way home and by the time we left there it was after 2pm. Nico fell asleep in the car, and he was so tired that when we got up to his bedroom he just laid on the floor and let me change his diapey (too much pee pees and it leaked) and give him a fresh outfit. I switched from Target brand baby detergent to Dreft and now his clothes smell so... baby. I love it. I gotta say he held up pretty well for all the running around. He loved IHOP. Pancakes are the new treat. They have this kids menu item now, it's a stack of pancakes with pink icing, colored sprinkle dots and a pink lollipop stuck in the top. The pancakes are different sizes, big on bottom to small on top, so it looks like a Dr. Seuss pancake mountain (they have Horton promo kids meals now). Mind you, I did not feed that flapjack horror to my child. I figured regular pancakes with strawberry syrup was enough. He mostly ate eggs, but you can't eat at IHOP and not have pancakes, even if you're only 1.
I'm wiped out from today's adventures. Gonna rest my bones. Decided not to buy new pj's for the hospital since I can't find anything I really like enough to spend money on. Still hunting for slippers though. The hospital bag is just about ready to go. My big fancy haircut is tomorrow. Tonight I'll probably be able to get some more stuff done around here. I'll leave you with a quote from a recent episode of "Family Guy" where Lois and Peter were on a cruise ship. Lois's line may not be exact, but it's the best I can remember...
Lois: Peter, you're so embarrassing!
Peter: It is called 'the poop deck', and that is why I pooped there.
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