Wednesday, May 31, 2006
Little Pleasures
You wanna know what I love, absolutely love? I love getting packages in the mail. I love it! When I order something online I am running to the mail daily to see if my package has arrived. The last couple of weeks have been full of fun packages.
First to arrive: our new diaper bag. Oliver got it for me for Mother's Day. I think he wanted to get me jewelry, but his father is too practical for gifts like that. So a diaper bag it is, but it is the one I wanted! Our silly last name was too long to be monogrammed, so there is just a big R.
Second to arrive: G diapers! I'm really excited about these and they are oh so stylish for a little bottom!
Soon to arrive: baby white noise machine, Baby Van Gogh, and My Mama Says There Aren't Any Zombies, Ghosts, Vampires, Demons, Monsters, Fiend. Don't you just love that book?
What's almost as exciting as waiting for a package in the mail? Waiting for someone else to receive a package that you ordered for them! I'm waiting anxiously for my sister to receive her birthday gift that had to be shipped special from the UK. What's taking so long? It's just an ocean.
You wanna know what I love, absolutely love? I love getting packages in the mail. I love it! When I order something online I am running to the mail daily to see if my package has arrived. The last couple of weeks have been full of fun packages.
First to arrive: our new diaper bag. Oliver got it for me for Mother's Day. I think he wanted to get me jewelry, but his father is too practical for gifts like that. So a diaper bag it is, but it is the one I wanted! Our silly last name was too long to be monogrammed, so there is just a big R.
Second to arrive: G diapers! I'm really excited about these and they are oh so stylish for a little bottom!
Soon to arrive: baby white noise machine, Baby Van Gogh, and My Mama Says There Aren't Any Zombies, Ghosts, Vampires, Demons, Monsters, Fiend. Don't you just love that book?
What's almost as exciting as waiting for a package in the mail? Waiting for someone else to receive a package that you ordered for them! I'm waiting anxiously for my sister to receive her birthday gift that had to be shipped special from the UK. What's taking so long? It's just an ocean.
Friday, May 26, 2006
Fat
I have gained 23 pounds. Lets say 4 or 5 pounds of that is Oliver. Why is my whole body pregnant? People keep cooing (which I love, don't get me wrong) about how cute I look. Little old ladies in the elevator, the cashier at the grocery store, the lady cleaning the bathroom at McDonalds, etc... I love it when people tell me I'm cute. I do. But I love it more when I believe them! "Oh, your so skinny! It's all baby!" LIARS! It's not all baby! My arms are fatter, my legs are fatter, my butt is out of control. I'm horribly tired. I'm ready to have this baby. But I still have six more weeks! If I keep gaining 2 pounds a week (like I did the last two weeks)...I don't even want think about it.
And DON'T tell me I'm not fat, I'm just pregnant. Po-tae-to, Po-tah-to.
I have gained 23 pounds. Lets say 4 or 5 pounds of that is Oliver. Why is my whole body pregnant? People keep cooing (which I love, don't get me wrong) about how cute I look. Little old ladies in the elevator, the cashier at the grocery store, the lady cleaning the bathroom at McDonalds, etc... I love it when people tell me I'm cute. I do. But I love it more when I believe them! "Oh, your so skinny! It's all baby!" LIARS! It's not all baby! My arms are fatter, my legs are fatter, my butt is out of control. I'm horribly tired. I'm ready to have this baby. But I still have six more weeks! If I keep gaining 2 pounds a week (like I did the last two weeks)...I don't even want think about it.
And DON'T tell me I'm not fat, I'm just pregnant. Po-tae-to, Po-tah-to.
Thursday, May 25, 2006
Is it Over Yet?
I don't think it could have been more drawn out, more painfully boring. Were they going for suspenseful? Did they think the whole of America would be on the edges of our seats wringing our pathetic hands in anticipation of the next American Idol for two hours? Really, it was too much. It was too long. We went to the home of our friends, Nick and Sarah, for the finale. They cooked us a wonderful meal and we had American Idol on in the next room so that we could hear what was happening. Nothing was happening. Sarah insisted that Kevin and I watch American Idol while she and Nick cleaned up dinner. Since I ate waaaaaay too much, I was only too happy to oblige. We sat down as Meatloaf took the stage. We knew it was going to be a long night. The show turned our lively little group into a drowsy bunch of slugs. Was it really only two hours? Finally, with our heavy eyelids barely holding out, we heard the announcement that Taylor was the next American Idol. And that was that. It was all very anti-climatic and I just don't care anymore. But I'm sure I'll be rearing to go when it starts again next year!
I don't think it could have been more drawn out, more painfully boring. Were they going for suspenseful? Did they think the whole of America would be on the edges of our seats wringing our pathetic hands in anticipation of the next American Idol for two hours? Really, it was too much. It was too long. We went to the home of our friends, Nick and Sarah, for the finale. They cooked us a wonderful meal and we had American Idol on in the next room so that we could hear what was happening. Nothing was happening. Sarah insisted that Kevin and I watch American Idol while she and Nick cleaned up dinner. Since I ate waaaaaay too much, I was only too happy to oblige. We sat down as Meatloaf took the stage. We knew it was going to be a long night. The show turned our lively little group into a drowsy bunch of slugs. Was it really only two hours? Finally, with our heavy eyelids barely holding out, we heard the announcement that Taylor was the next American Idol. And that was that. It was all very anti-climatic and I just don't care anymore. But I'm sure I'll be rearing to go when it starts again next year!
Tuesday, May 23, 2006
Better Late Than Never
I guess I'm a little behind the times here, but last weekend I did two things. I finally finished watching Sex and the City. I knew Carrie ended up with Big (only because some stupid show on E ruined the surprise. The same show told me that Elvis was actually a dirty blonde. He dyed his hair! I wish I didn't know that.) Anyway, now I know that Carrie is happy and that Big's name is John and I WISH WISH WISH I had her shoe collection!
Then on Sunday I finally watched Brokeback Mountain. I know, I know. What took me so long?!! I have been dying to see it since I first heard about it. Kevin got all macho on me and wouldn't go see it in the theatre even though he wanted to see it. Finally we snuggled down on the couch and watched it together. I loved it. I loved it even though it made me feel empty inside and is the single most heart breaking movie I have ever seen. I loved it because it is real (or could have been!). I loved it because it was important. I loved it but I will probably never watch it again. Because it is heart breaking. And terribly sad. And I don't like movies that make me sad. But I loved it.
What else did I watch this weekend? Well. When Kevin was at work I watched The Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants. I need to stop doing that. I have read all of those books and they are very cute stories for being the fluff that they are. I need to just read and not watch movies because I can't get past the differences and they infuriate me! It's as though the people who wrote the script didn't even bother to read the novel. It was so wrong! The story was wrong! Argh! For this reason I am NOT going to see Memoirs of a Geisha because the book was perfect and I'm sure they can't beat what I have in my imagination. I will continue to watch Harry Potter movies even though nothing can match the magic of sinking into those books. I have never, EVER seen a movie that was better than the book. Read. READ!! It's ever so much more fulfilling.
I guess I'm a little behind the times here, but last weekend I did two things. I finally finished watching Sex and the City. I knew Carrie ended up with Big (only because some stupid show on E ruined the surprise. The same show told me that Elvis was actually a dirty blonde. He dyed his hair! I wish I didn't know that.) Anyway, now I know that Carrie is happy and that Big's name is John and I WISH WISH WISH I had her shoe collection!
Then on Sunday I finally watched Brokeback Mountain. I know, I know. What took me so long?!! I have been dying to see it since I first heard about it. Kevin got all macho on me and wouldn't go see it in the theatre even though he wanted to see it. Finally we snuggled down on the couch and watched it together. I loved it. I loved it even though it made me feel empty inside and is the single most heart breaking movie I have ever seen. I loved it because it is real (or could have been!). I loved it because it was important. I loved it but I will probably never watch it again. Because it is heart breaking. And terribly sad. And I don't like movies that make me sad. But I loved it.
What else did I watch this weekend? Well. When Kevin was at work I watched The Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants. I need to stop doing that. I have read all of those books and they are very cute stories for being the fluff that they are. I need to just read and not watch movies because I can't get past the differences and they infuriate me! It's as though the people who wrote the script didn't even bother to read the novel. It was so wrong! The story was wrong! Argh! For this reason I am NOT going to see Memoirs of a Geisha because the book was perfect and I'm sure they can't beat what I have in my imagination. I will continue to watch Harry Potter movies even though nothing can match the magic of sinking into those books. I have never, EVER seen a movie that was better than the book. Read. READ!! It's ever so much more fulfilling.
Friday, May 19, 2006
"Why No Updates Lately?", someone asked.
I don't know why. Baby brain? Busy at work? Complete lack of things to talk about? I don't want to be one of those people who talks about being pregnant and nothing else. The problem with that is I feel like I am pregnant and nothing else. My mind is so completely consumed with getting ready for a baby that I have time for little else. Add to that a job that I am very good at but somehow always seem to be coming up short in the eyes of my fat boss. Speaking of said job, that is what I need to be doing. Not blogging. I'll try to do better. I'll try to remember funny things that happen to me. Oh, here is one, sort of. As I was driving on to the Army base last week and I was showing my credentials to the guard he told me that he could only let me on post under one condition. I raised my eyebrows at him. He said that he could only let me on if I promised to take him with me on my way back out. I guess he didn't see my large pregnant belly. I guess he was to thick to notice my grumpy and uninterested face. I tried the giggle I would have used a year ago but it came out much more like a cough. Has months of going without sexual harassment made me unable to deal with it properly? Huh. Things, they are a changin'.
I don't know why. Baby brain? Busy at work? Complete lack of things to talk about? I don't want to be one of those people who talks about being pregnant and nothing else. The problem with that is I feel like I am pregnant and nothing else. My mind is so completely consumed with getting ready for a baby that I have time for little else. Add to that a job that I am very good at but somehow always seem to be coming up short in the eyes of my fat boss. Speaking of said job, that is what I need to be doing. Not blogging. I'll try to do better. I'll try to remember funny things that happen to me. Oh, here is one, sort of. As I was driving on to the Army base last week and I was showing my credentials to the guard he told me that he could only let me on post under one condition. I raised my eyebrows at him. He said that he could only let me on if I promised to take him with me on my way back out. I guess he didn't see my large pregnant belly. I guess he was to thick to notice my grumpy and uninterested face. I tried the giggle I would have used a year ago but it came out much more like a cough. Has months of going without sexual harassment made me unable to deal with it properly? Huh. Things, they are a changin'.
