Wednesday, September 28, 2005
Baby or Beer
I don't think it's a secret from anyone who reads my blog that Kevin and I are trying to have a baby. Ok, not trying, exactly. We are not preventing ourselves from having a baby. Because of this, I've been trying to take very good care of myself and treat my body as if I were pregnant. You know, just in case.
The hardest thing about this has been limiting myself to one dose of caffeine per day. Every morning I stumble to the fridge for my diet coke. Don't even try to talk to me before I have a diet coke in the morning. (Actually, if you know me, you know not to talk to me for a while even after my diet coke...CRANKY!)
I know that when women have been trying for a long time to have a baby, it is a big let down every month when they get their period. For all these years now, it's just seemed like a necessary hassle. Here come the cramps and the tears.
Today? I didn't think, "Oh, I'm so sad I'm not pregnant."
I didn't think, "Thank goodness I'm not pregnant!"
I didn't think (as I've thought every month since I was thirteen), "Aww, man."
Today I thought, "Hey! I can have a beer!"
I don't think it's a secret from anyone who reads my blog that Kevin and I are trying to have a baby. Ok, not trying, exactly. We are not preventing ourselves from having a baby. Because of this, I've been trying to take very good care of myself and treat my body as if I were pregnant. You know, just in case.
The hardest thing about this has been limiting myself to one dose of caffeine per day. Every morning I stumble to the fridge for my diet coke. Don't even try to talk to me before I have a diet coke in the morning. (Actually, if you know me, you know not to talk to me for a while even after my diet coke...CRANKY!)
I know that when women have been trying for a long time to have a baby, it is a big let down every month when they get their period. For all these years now, it's just seemed like a necessary hassle. Here come the cramps and the tears.
Today? I didn't think, "Oh, I'm so sad I'm not pregnant."
I didn't think, "Thank goodness I'm not pregnant!"
I didn't think (as I've thought every month since I was thirteen), "Aww, man."
Today I thought, "Hey! I can have a beer!"
Thursday, September 22, 2005
No Way
Is is possible that Dennis posted a comment on my blog? Is that you? Wait, now that I said Dennis that name doesn't sound right.
When I was in college I worked part time for a summer at Hibbett Sports in Warrensburg, MO. The store was totally ghetto, but I love my manager...Dennis? He was great. We had fun and had walkie-talkies and played hide and seek. We also had code names for EVERYTHING!
That's so weird because I was just thinking about him the other day and then there was a mysterious comment about a blast from my past from Hibbett. Hmmm, mysterious. I guess I could investigate...after all I'm a trained investigator...but I have things to do, people!
If it was Dennis, and that is indeed your name, how on Earth did you know it was me and how did you find my blog?!!!
Is is possible that Dennis posted a comment on my blog? Is that you? Wait, now that I said Dennis that name doesn't sound right.
When I was in college I worked part time for a summer at Hibbett Sports in Warrensburg, MO. The store was totally ghetto, but I love my manager...Dennis? He was great. We had fun and had walkie-talkies and played hide and seek. We also had code names for EVERYTHING!
That's so weird because I was just thinking about him the other day and then there was a mysterious comment about a blast from my past from Hibbett. Hmmm, mysterious. I guess I could investigate...after all I'm a trained investigator...but I have things to do, people!
If it was Dennis, and that is indeed your name, how on Earth did you know it was me and how did you find my blog?!!!
Tuesday, September 20, 2005
All Together
I did it and you should, too! Thanks, Van, for providing this important information.
Call this number (916) 445-2841. This is the office of Governor Schwarzenegger.
Then push 2 (to voice an opinion on legislature/bills)
Then push 1 (for opinions on Assembly Bill 849, the gender neutral marriage bill)
Then push 1 (to support gay marriage)
Together, we can make a difference. Thanks.
I did it and you should, too! Thanks, Van, for providing this important information.
Call this number (916) 445-2841. This is the office of Governor Schwarzenegger.
Then push 2 (to voice an opinion on legislature/bills)
Then push 1 (for opinions on Assembly Bill 849, the gender neutral marriage bill)
Then push 1 (to support gay marriage)
Together, we can make a difference. Thanks.
Friday, September 16, 2005
Crazy
Kevin and I are doing a walk for Leukemia tonight so I hit up my family for donations. I didn't even get enough for a free t-shirt, but I guess every little bit helps! My Grandma didn't want to donate online so she sent us a check. This is the note that she sent with the check:
Hi Twigs
Hope this helps your walk, run, dance, or drive a fire truck. Whatever.
--Grandma
She's nuts.
Kevin and I are doing a walk for Leukemia tonight so I hit up my family for donations. I didn't even get enough for a free t-shirt, but I guess every little bit helps! My Grandma didn't want to donate online so she sent us a check. This is the note that she sent with the check:
Hi Twigs
Hope this helps your walk, run, dance, or drive a fire truck. Whatever.
--Grandma
She's nuts.
Taste
Kevin will tell you that I have horrible taste in music. He will also tell you that he has great taste in music. I will agree that he has great taste in music and disagree that I have horrible taste in music. I may not share his passion for music, but that doesn't mean that I have horrible taste. He would illustrate his point by telling you that I know all the words to all of Billy Joel's songs, that I maintain that Right Said Fred makes good music, and that I still like Meatloaf. Ok, it's true. I love Billy Joel, I still think Right Said Fred had much more to offer than I'm too Sexy, and Meatloaf still makes happy. But I like other things, too!
Kevin bought himself a $15 iTunes card yesterday. He bought the card to keep himself limited to 15 songs. I begged him to use one of the songs to buy me California by Phantom Planet. That's all I wanted. (It's the theme song to The OC!) While Kevin was wiling away hours picking songs I was trying to be patient and wait for him to watch The OC with me. I was singing the California song. Then he started playing the California song! He got it for me! I was so happy. Then he said, "I also got you this," and started another song.
I was confused for a minute (I'm not the best at recognizing songs within the first few beats). Then, "Is this?...Wow!...Is this?..." and unable to remember the name of the song I started dancing up and down the hallway to Missy Eliott's Work It. I LOVE that song!
An hour later he was finally finished picking his 15 songs. I stomped in grumpy and out of patience because I wanted to watch The OC and I wanted him to watch it with me. Oh, he knows how to turn my frown upside down. He started another song, and again I didn't recognize it. "I don't even know this song!" I complained. "Trust me, you know this song," he said. It was Save a Horse (Ride a Cowboy) by Big & Rich. I shrieked and ran around the desk to give him a big sloppy kiss. "You got me THREE songs!"
Kevin grinned and said, "Actually, I got you four songs." The next song I recognized immediately. Hot in Here by Nelly! Yee-haw! I have the best husband EVER! He loves me AND my bad taste!
Kevin will tell you that I have horrible taste in music. He will also tell you that he has great taste in music. I will agree that he has great taste in music and disagree that I have horrible taste in music. I may not share his passion for music, but that doesn't mean that I have horrible taste. He would illustrate his point by telling you that I know all the words to all of Billy Joel's songs, that I maintain that Right Said Fred makes good music, and that I still like Meatloaf. Ok, it's true. I love Billy Joel, I still think Right Said Fred had much more to offer than I'm too Sexy, and Meatloaf still makes happy. But I like other things, too!
Kevin bought himself a $15 iTunes card yesterday. He bought the card to keep himself limited to 15 songs. I begged him to use one of the songs to buy me California by Phantom Planet. That's all I wanted. (It's the theme song to The OC!) While Kevin was wiling away hours picking songs I was trying to be patient and wait for him to watch The OC with me. I was singing the California song. Then he started playing the California song! He got it for me! I was so happy. Then he said, "I also got you this," and started another song.
I was confused for a minute (I'm not the best at recognizing songs within the first few beats). Then, "Is this?...Wow!...Is this?..." and unable to remember the name of the song I started dancing up and down the hallway to Missy Eliott's Work It. I LOVE that song!
An hour later he was finally finished picking his 15 songs. I stomped in grumpy and out of patience because I wanted to watch The OC and I wanted him to watch it with me. Oh, he knows how to turn my frown upside down. He started another song, and again I didn't recognize it. "I don't even know this song!" I complained. "Trust me, you know this song," he said. It was Save a Horse (Ride a Cowboy) by Big & Rich. I shrieked and ran around the desk to give him a big sloppy kiss. "You got me THREE songs!"
Kevin grinned and said, "Actually, I got you four songs." The next song I recognized immediately. Hot in Here by Nelly! Yee-haw! I have the best husband EVER! He loves me AND my bad taste!
Sunday, September 11, 2005
I'm So Gross
My Grandma puts it nicely when she says that I have a healthy appetite. I love food. I love to eat. I'm hungry most of the time. I try to cook healthy at home. Healthy can be good. Fatty is better.
When my family gets together, the entire gathering revolves around food. Lots and lots of food. After a weekend in Springfield, I usually just feel gross. Part of the problem is that my Mom will pretty much make whatever I want. Now my Grandma lives there, too. That's two people willing to make me whatever I want to eat.
Example:
On Saturday morning I was sitting at the bar in my Mom's kitchen when Kevin woke up and came in. I was drinking a diet coke and watching my Mom cook my breakfast. I gave Kev a one-armed hug and said, "I'm having fried okra for breakfast. What do you want?"
Yes, I had fried okra for breakfast. I ate a huge amount of okra, had some homemade bread toast with butter, applesauce, a diet coke, and grapefruit juice. Yes, that's right. Tell me I'm not gross. You can't. (You don't even want to know the contents of my other meals.) I'm so gross.
My Grandma puts it nicely when she says that I have a healthy appetite. I love food. I love to eat. I'm hungry most of the time. I try to cook healthy at home. Healthy can be good. Fatty is better.
When my family gets together, the entire gathering revolves around food. Lots and lots of food. After a weekend in Springfield, I usually just feel gross. Part of the problem is that my Mom will pretty much make whatever I want. Now my Grandma lives there, too. That's two people willing to make me whatever I want to eat.
Example:
On Saturday morning I was sitting at the bar in my Mom's kitchen when Kevin woke up and came in. I was drinking a diet coke and watching my Mom cook my breakfast. I gave Kev a one-armed hug and said, "I'm having fried okra for breakfast. What do you want?"
Yes, I had fried okra for breakfast. I ate a huge amount of okra, had some homemade bread toast with butter, applesauce, a diet coke, and grapefruit juice. Yes, that's right. Tell me I'm not gross. You can't. (You don't even want to know the contents of my other meals.) I'm so gross.
