The verdict is in...
Well the verdict was in 10 days ago but it just doesn't seem official until I admit it on my blog. (Even though I've complained to all 4 of you already)
I have a lot of cavities. AND I need my wisdom teeth pulled. times 4. all with cavities in them.
I then was given (or shall I say forced to buy) prescription level toothpaste.
This raises two important questions.
First, why did they not give this to me in 1992 when I walked out of Dr. Hermanslie's office with 6 cavities? (and I might mention COUNTLESS cavities since that fateful day)
Second, WHO DO YOU KNOW THAT NEEDS PRESCRIPTION LEVEL TOOTHPASTE???
My guess is no one which makes it an honor and privilege to be the first.
Also....is Christmas over yet? Wake me up when it is. THX.
12.22.2010
12.08.2010
So you know that anxiety I had that's been building since September 6th when I saw Dr. Oz and The Doctors tell me how important dental health is to my overall health and took it as a sign from God that 22 months was too long to go without seeing a dentist even though at your last appointment made you get tested for HIV? 3 solid months of dental induced anxiety with weekly nightmares and trips to Target for floss threaders, fluoride rinses, and an electric toothbrush (3 separate trips that is, I like to ease into my oral hygiene routine). Not to mention googling "friendly dentists" and "sedated dentistry."
Well my Monday this week was horrible, mainly because all I could think about was my 6:00 dentist appointment, I reminded Derek umpteen times to be home by 5:40 so I could get there on time.
He pulled into the garage and I was out the door, nearly in tears thinking about them flossing between my molars and scolding me for drinking pop and juice.
The dentist I picked was for the logical reason that they are the closest to our apartment and also gave me a magnet and travel size toothbrush at the community center during MG Days. How could I not choose them?
They also call and give reminder calls before your appointment...did I mention that? Isn't that great? Oh and did I mention I didn't get a reminder call? Mainly because I'd been thinking about it constantly for 12 weeks so I KNEW exactly when it was and had been dreading every second leading up to it.
As I prayed for mercy and promised God I'd never do the dew again if I didn't have much dental work to be done, a light bulb went off as I was about .25 mile away from the office and I called them to confirm my appt. was in 10 minutes.
or NEXT Monday.
Well my Monday this week was horrible, mainly because all I could think about was my 6:00 dentist appointment, I reminded Derek umpteen times to be home by 5:40 so I could get there on time.
He pulled into the garage and I was out the door, nearly in tears thinking about them flossing between my molars and scolding me for drinking pop and juice.
The dentist I picked was for the logical reason that they are the closest to our apartment and also gave me a magnet and travel size toothbrush at the community center during MG Days. How could I not choose them?
They also call and give reminder calls before your appointment...did I mention that? Isn't that great? Oh and did I mention I didn't get a reminder call? Mainly because I'd been thinking about it constantly for 12 weeks so I KNEW exactly when it was and had been dreading every second leading up to it.
As I prayed for mercy and promised God I'd never do the dew again if I didn't have much dental work to be done, a light bulb went off as I was about .25 mile away from the office and I called them to confirm my appt. was in 10 minutes.
or NEXT Monday.
12.01.2010
April is just around the corner.
I can't wait for April. Last year April showers brought July babies but this year...THIS year, April is packing the heat and giving me oh so much to look forward to!
Let me start with the Royal Wedding. Capitalized for the proper English people that they are. I will be setting an alarm to watch it on tv.....will it be on tv? I can only assume something as monumental as the tallest king since 1720 getting married will be internationally televised. I'm not obsessively looking forward to it, just kind of passively stalking the details like what soups she'll be sipping in January and normal stuff like that.
Also, I have a new niece arriving in April. She'll be in the same grade as my little bud, Lucas and I just know they will be BFFs. Can't wait for Hannah to get here!!
Along with running outside, dry roads, and no coat and mittens.
I also am planning a quarter life crisis in April 2011. I'm assuming it will be me drinking a lot of pop and watching tv, but we can really only speculate at this point. There's no telling what I will be stressing about by then, but my T-4.5 month quarter life crisis that I'm in now involves buying wrinkle cream and an electric toothbrush, losing hair, and trying to stay up past 9:00pm.
And my first dental exam in 2 years.
Which explains the electric toothbrush.
I've been in dental hygiene bootcamp for about a month now. Brushing three times a day, using mouthwash with fluoride twice a day...I even bought floss threaders. (yet to be used). Apparently I train for dental exams about as well as I train for marathons. And I trained for marathons about as well as I studied in college.
Which, frankly, isn't saying much.
So here's to April. To the Royal Wedding. To the snow melting. And to all my dental work to be completed. CHEERS!
I can't wait for April. Last year April showers brought July babies but this year...THIS year, April is packing the heat and giving me oh so much to look forward to!
Let me start with the Royal Wedding. Capitalized for the proper English people that they are. I will be setting an alarm to watch it on tv.....will it be on tv? I can only assume something as monumental as the tallest king since 1720 getting married will be internationally televised. I'm not obsessively looking forward to it, just kind of passively stalking the details like what soups she'll be sipping in January and normal stuff like that.
Also, I have a new niece arriving in April. She'll be in the same grade as my little bud, Lucas and I just know they will be BFFs. Can't wait for Hannah to get here!!
Along with running outside, dry roads, and no coat and mittens.
I also am planning a quarter life crisis in April 2011. I'm assuming it will be me drinking a lot of pop and watching tv, but we can really only speculate at this point. There's no telling what I will be stressing about by then, but my T-4.5 month quarter life crisis that I'm in now involves buying wrinkle cream and an electric toothbrush, losing hair, and trying to stay up past 9:00pm.
And my first dental exam in 2 years.
Which explains the electric toothbrush.
I've been in dental hygiene bootcamp for about a month now. Brushing three times a day, using mouthwash with fluoride twice a day...I even bought floss threaders. (yet to be used). Apparently I train for dental exams about as well as I train for marathons. And I trained for marathons about as well as I studied in college.
Which, frankly, isn't saying much.
So here's to April. To the Royal Wedding. To the snow melting. And to all my dental work to be completed. CHEERS!
11.23.2010
Lady luck is not on my side today.
Wait, that's putting it too lightly. Let me rephrase that.
NOTHING IS GOING RIGHT FOR ME TODAY.
I woke up and had no Fresca to take to work. That should have been a sign of the doom's day I had ahead of me.
I drove to work in the pitch black, icy roads, 12 degrees. Yuck.
Meetings and emails and blahblahblah.
I go to lunch to spend my Groupon at Nordstrom Rack and spent 45 minutes searching and searching and seeeeearching for SOMETHING to spend my already spent money on. Nothing. Ain't that how it goes. I was tempted to buy black workout pants until I remembered folding 9 pair last night and promising to refrain from buying anymore...well...ever.
I grab some lunch and head out to the ramp. Pull out to a TWO lane road that leads me out of the MOA parking ramp and the girl driving directly next to me thinks it's a one way road. I was nearly sideswiped and luckily my foot reacts quicker than my hand and I was able to brake to avoid the erratic driving.
So there I sit, waiting for my green arrow to take a left hand turn and I do a double take only to see a car with 2 very confused middle aged women making hand signals next to me....oh, did I mention they were going the wrong way? Somehow they ended up on the left side of the road and were hand signaling me asking me to wait so they can take a right turn in front of me. That probably makes no sense without a visual aid, but I can tell you it is idiotic and illegal based on the fact that that's how I failed driver's test #1 in 2002. It's an automatic fail in fact.
I gave them a nasty look, but let them go. I took my left turn and a van going a mere 20 mph decided to cross ALL FOUR LANES and nearly run me off the road again. Awesome. This time my hand and my foot were in sync and I was able to give him a piece of my mind (via horn) while saving my own life with a swerve and a brake. Then I pulled into the lane next to him and we got to sit at the world's longest red light staring each other down.
You'd think that'd be the end of it right?
Wrong, people. Wrong. I hit a icy patch in the parking ramp at work and slowly slid into a cement wall.
Then I preceded to be late for a meeting. Missed my reservation in the 'mother's lounge' (which is a bigger deal than you'd think). Ate my now cold lunch at 2:00pm while I sat on the phone with an IT guy for the next 2.5 hours. Left extra late. Hit horrible traffic. Took a new way home as to avoid horrible traffic...which left me in even worse traffic. Hour+ late to pick up Lucas who decided to scream the whole way home as we hit every red light.
Here's where I remind you again that I missed my afternoon sesh in the mother's lounge. I feel the need to emphasize that this is MUCH bigger deal than you think.
I guess Lucas decided that my most stressful day ever + Derek having to work extra late would be a prime opportunity to be extra needy. He's lucky he's cute.
I just ended my day with cleaning up runny, yellow poop because taking off the dipe is clearly baby code for "push out as much poop as possible while mom's not looking." I tried to calm Lucas down to go to sleep by singing only to have him laugh and put his hand over my mouth. Cute kid, huh? Way to kick me when I'm down, sweetheart!
So in the light of the season to be thankful....I will tell you this. I am thankful for Ada and Brendon on Biggest Loser being the small glimmer of hope in my day. I am thankful for the $3.98/24 pack coup for Fresca I just found that I will be redeeming tomorrow. Finally, I am thankful for only one more work day and looking forward to 4 days straight of staying in the MG vicinity. More specifically, my couch.
Wait, that's putting it too lightly. Let me rephrase that.
NOTHING IS GOING RIGHT FOR ME TODAY.
I woke up and had no Fresca to take to work. That should have been a sign of the doom's day I had ahead of me.
I drove to work in the pitch black, icy roads, 12 degrees. Yuck.
Meetings and emails and blahblahblah.
I go to lunch to spend my Groupon at Nordstrom Rack and spent 45 minutes searching and searching and seeeeearching for SOMETHING to spend my already spent money on. Nothing. Ain't that how it goes. I was tempted to buy black workout pants until I remembered folding 9 pair last night and promising to refrain from buying anymore...well...ever.
I grab some lunch and head out to the ramp. Pull out to a TWO lane road that leads me out of the MOA parking ramp and the girl driving directly next to me thinks it's a one way road. I was nearly sideswiped and luckily my foot reacts quicker than my hand and I was able to brake to avoid the erratic driving.
So there I sit, waiting for my green arrow to take a left hand turn and I do a double take only to see a car with 2 very confused middle aged women making hand signals next to me....oh, did I mention they were going the wrong way? Somehow they ended up on the left side of the road and were hand signaling me asking me to wait so they can take a right turn in front of me. That probably makes no sense without a visual aid, but I can tell you it is idiotic and illegal based on the fact that that's how I failed driver's test #1 in 2002. It's an automatic fail in fact.
I gave them a nasty look, but let them go. I took my left turn and a van going a mere 20 mph decided to cross ALL FOUR LANES and nearly run me off the road again. Awesome. This time my hand and my foot were in sync and I was able to give him a piece of my mind (via horn) while saving my own life with a swerve and a brake. Then I pulled into the lane next to him and we got to sit at the world's longest red light staring each other down.
You'd think that'd be the end of it right?
Wrong, people. Wrong. I hit a icy patch in the parking ramp at work and slowly slid into a cement wall.
Then I preceded to be late for a meeting. Missed my reservation in the 'mother's lounge' (which is a bigger deal than you'd think). Ate my now cold lunch at 2:00pm while I sat on the phone with an IT guy for the next 2.5 hours. Left extra late. Hit horrible traffic. Took a new way home as to avoid horrible traffic...which left me in even worse traffic. Hour+ late to pick up Lucas who decided to scream the whole way home as we hit every red light.
Here's where I remind you again that I missed my afternoon sesh in the mother's lounge. I feel the need to emphasize that this is MUCH bigger deal than you think.
I guess Lucas decided that my most stressful day ever + Derek having to work extra late would be a prime opportunity to be extra needy. He's lucky he's cute.
I just ended my day with cleaning up runny, yellow poop because taking off the dipe is clearly baby code for "push out as much poop as possible while mom's not looking." I tried to calm Lucas down to go to sleep by singing only to have him laugh and put his hand over my mouth. Cute kid, huh? Way to kick me when I'm down, sweetheart!
So in the light of the season to be thankful....I will tell you this. I am thankful for Ada and Brendon on Biggest Loser being the small glimmer of hope in my day. I am thankful for the $3.98/24 pack coup for Fresca I just found that I will be redeeming tomorrow. Finally, I am thankful for only one more work day and looking forward to 4 days straight of staying in the MG vicinity. More specifically, my couch.
11.15.2010
Tonight I watched an 11 year old girl beat up on 7 boys in a game of basketball. Gotta love LTF and gotta love the 'girls are taller than the boys' phase of life. The boys were pretty scared to guard her...probably because they could see her sports bra. But they sure as heck listened to her when she clapped her hands three times so they'd pass to her for the easy lay-up.
As I was speedwalking at an incline reading Parents magazine on how to make your baby brilliant, I realized how out of touch I am with all things....well....non-baby. I also realized my ipod hasn't been updated since 2008 because once I snapped out of parenting mode and watching the prepubescents shoot hoops, I picked up my own game....to a 6.5 on the t-mill to be exact. All was good until I realized I was running to 'Party like a rock...party like a rockstar.' Circa.......2007? 2008 perhaps? Gosh, I'm so 2000 and late!
(is it cool to say that anymore?)
I also had some major lol moments watching the Duggers tonight. First, their swimming suits. Second, the pop-up fact that if every one of Anna and Josh's siblings had 19 children, baby Mackynzie would have 475 cousins. (who's job is it to come up with thsoe facts and HOW can I get that job?) Third, everything else.
Oh and finally, I am overjoyed and peeing my pants excited about the new GrandDugger.
I guess being 'in touch' with the Duggers makes me even more out of touch with the real world. Before you know it, I'll be making Lucas play a miniature fiddle and practice his italics handwriting by writing Bible verses.
As I was speedwalking at an incline reading Parents magazine on how to make your baby brilliant, I realized how out of touch I am with all things....well....non-baby. I also realized my ipod hasn't been updated since 2008 because once I snapped out of parenting mode and watching the prepubescents shoot hoops, I picked up my own game....to a 6.5 on the t-mill to be exact. All was good until I realized I was running to 'Party like a rock...party like a rockstar.' Circa.......2007? 2008 perhaps? Gosh, I'm so 2000 and late!
(is it cool to say that anymore?)
I also had some major lol moments watching the Duggers tonight. First, their swimming suits. Second, the pop-up fact that if every one of Anna and Josh's siblings had 19 children, baby Mackynzie would have 475 cousins. (who's job is it to come up with thsoe facts and HOW can I get that job?) Third, everything else.
Oh and finally, I am overjoyed and peeing my pants excited about the new GrandDugger.
I guess being 'in touch' with the Duggers makes me even more out of touch with the real world. Before you know it, I'll be making Lucas play a miniature fiddle and practice his italics handwriting by writing Bible verses.
11.11.2010
I had every intention of cleaning tonight. Putting away laundry. Scrubbing the tub. Maybe some rearranging. But once I put Lucas to bed, I was cleaning up some papers and before I knew it, I had done nearly 4 months of baby calendar stickers....does that make me a good mom or a bad mom? Or maybe just a distracted cleaner. First smile, first LOL, first rollover....I had to guess on when things actually happened, but hopefully no one checks Lucas' calendar of "Firsts.." for accuracy.
Now I'm watching Survivor (with a big basket of unfolded, clean laundry next to me....it haunts me in my dreams) and I think Naonka may just have to be the most annoying contestant of all time. She's a nutcase. She's Omarosa with a chip on her shoulder times 10. So hard to watch. I knew I should have watched Real Housewives of Beverly Hills......when will I ever learn that Bravo beats ALL. (except the Style network when they have a Jerseylicious marathon).
I also want you all (all 3 of you) to know that I am officially a mom. Not because I have a kid (although I guess that's what got me here), but because I watch the 5:00, 6:00, AND 10:00 news, I speed walk on a treadmill, to "run errands" I wear a nice top I wore to work +jeans+ running shoes (I have always thought that was such a mom look), and I spend the last hour of every day washing bottles. I get Build a Bear coupons in my email and I like "The Middle" on ABC. I go to bed earlier on Fridays and Saturdays than any other night and I spend my "me time" looking at mom blogs, organizing baby clothes, and yawning.
And I fill out baby calendars.
Now I'm watching Survivor (with a big basket of unfolded, clean laundry next to me....it haunts me in my dreams) and I think Naonka may just have to be the most annoying contestant of all time. She's a nutcase. She's Omarosa with a chip on her shoulder times 10. So hard to watch. I knew I should have watched Real Housewives of Beverly Hills......when will I ever learn that Bravo beats ALL. (except the Style network when they have a Jerseylicious marathon).
I also want you all (all 3 of you) to know that I am officially a mom. Not because I have a kid (although I guess that's what got me here), but because I watch the 5:00, 6:00, AND 10:00 news, I speed walk on a treadmill, to "run errands" I wear a nice top I wore to work +jeans+ running shoes (I have always thought that was such a mom look), and I spend the last hour of every day washing bottles. I get Build a Bear coupons in my email and I like "The Middle" on ABC. I go to bed earlier on Fridays and Saturdays than any other night and I spend my "me time" looking at mom blogs, organizing baby clothes, and yawning.
And I fill out baby calendars.
11.09.2010
One of my biggest, greatest dreams of "having my own place" was a clean, organized refrigerator. Similar to what you'd see when Luda or someone opens their home up to MTV for cribs (circa 1999?) and flashes a perfectly organized, well stocked fridge complete with 30 bottles of water lined up just so.
Well my fridge growing up was just the opposite. It was full of 11 kinds of salad dressings, ketchup, mustard, barbecue sauces...you know, stuff I hate. (This is where I tell you that I didn't try salad dressing until I was 22 years old (it was ceasar). and of course you remember when I tried ranch for the first time. and I had mayonnaise by accident at subway once in college because my order got mixed up with the person behind me somehow.) The point being, it was a fully stocked fridge. Not something to complain about necessarily, but it was so full that I could barely find a place to sit in there to cool off (heh heh heh). Plus, unnecessary organization is my spiritual gift. Hence where the dream began.
The dream was put on hold for a few years to spare those unfortunate people who lived with me from 2004 - 2009 from thinking I was completely nuts.
Now. Here I am. A place of my own.....plus Derek. And it just so happens that Derek is in love with every condiment, sauce, spice, and "accessory" sort of foods (you know...olives or pickles), known to man. I am officially living with my worst nightmare of a fridge.
Oh and did I mention that something falls out of the side door every.single.morning??? Because it does. Usually it's the "secret stadium sauce" and sometimes it's soy sauce or worchestershire (something like that?) sauce that comes falling on my poor big toe at 5:20am when all I'm trying to do is get Lucas' bottles ready for the day.
Every.Day.
Don't you feel bad for me? Don't you want to buy me a nice big fridge with sturdy shelves in the door? Don't you want to tell Derek that he doesn't need that Sweet Baby Ray's or Secret Stadium Sauce? Don't you want to come take one of the SIX jars of jelly that we have in our fridge right now?
THX. :)
Well my fridge growing up was just the opposite. It was full of 11 kinds of salad dressings, ketchup, mustard, barbecue sauces...you know, stuff I hate. (This is where I tell you that I didn't try salad dressing until I was 22 years old (it was ceasar). and of course you remember when I tried ranch for the first time. and I had mayonnaise by accident at subway once in college because my order got mixed up with the person behind me somehow.) The point being, it was a fully stocked fridge. Not something to complain about necessarily, but it was so full that I could barely find a place to sit in there to cool off (heh heh heh). Plus, unnecessary organization is my spiritual gift. Hence where the dream began.
The dream was put on hold for a few years to spare those unfortunate people who lived with me from 2004 - 2009 from thinking I was completely nuts.
Now. Here I am. A place of my own.....plus Derek. And it just so happens that Derek is in love with every condiment, sauce, spice, and "accessory" sort of foods (you know...olives or pickles), known to man. I am officially living with my worst nightmare of a fridge.
Oh and did I mention that something falls out of the side door every.single.morning??? Because it does. Usually it's the "secret stadium sauce" and sometimes it's soy sauce or worchestershire (something like that?) sauce that comes falling on my poor big toe at 5:20am when all I'm trying to do is get Lucas' bottles ready for the day.
Every.Day.
Don't you feel bad for me? Don't you want to buy me a nice big fridge with sturdy shelves in the door? Don't you want to tell Derek that he doesn't need that Sweet Baby Ray's or Secret Stadium Sauce? Don't you want to come take one of the SIX jars of jelly that we have in our fridge right now?
THX. :)
11.04.2010
I am about to admit something to you all that is going to make your jaw hit the ground followed by leaning back in your chair with a good hearted chuckle. I am about to do something I've never done before and am completely and utterly embarrassed that I am 24.5 year old and have never accomplished this task.
I am about to "brown hamburger."
That's right.
I've never done it. In fact, I have another "I've never" that goes hand in hand with this. I have never "handled" raw meat. Ok, except for ONE time, I picked up a piece of chicken (with no direct skin to skin contact) and put it on the Biggest Loser grill. But I overcooked it thus never ate it so I feel like it doesn't count. And one time while I was on maternity leave Derek forced me to marinade a piece of salmon which I had to be text coached through. I shuttered about 17 times that day thinking about it and I'm pretty sure Lucas suffered from neglect that day because I was so preoccupied with my gagging reflex. (reflux?)
I got the meat over lunch and left it in my car. It's practically a fridge temp. isn't it? I took a quick poll from my coworkers who insisted I go back out and put it in the fridge for the 4 hours left in the work day. So I did......reluctantly. Then I kept it in the "lactation room" fridge so I would be sure to remember it.....plus I was embarrassed to put "Ground Chuck" in the break room fridge. Apparently breast milk and ground chuck are equally embarrassing and so it's worth the extra 8 flights of stairs to keep them in a mini fridge in the basement rather than the 3E kitchen.
It got me thinking there are probably a lot of things I better accomplish before I'm like 25. Like learn how to swim. and eat soup.
I am about to "brown hamburger."
That's right.
I've never done it. In fact, I have another "I've never" that goes hand in hand with this. I have never "handled" raw meat. Ok, except for ONE time, I picked up a piece of chicken (with no direct skin to skin contact) and put it on the Biggest Loser grill. But I overcooked it thus never ate it so I feel like it doesn't count. And one time while I was on maternity leave Derek forced me to marinade a piece of salmon which I had to be text coached through. I shuttered about 17 times that day thinking about it and I'm pretty sure Lucas suffered from neglect that day because I was so preoccupied with my gagging reflex. (reflux?)
I got the meat over lunch and left it in my car. It's practically a fridge temp. isn't it? I took a quick poll from my coworkers who insisted I go back out and put it in the fridge for the 4 hours left in the work day. So I did......reluctantly. Then I kept it in the "lactation room" fridge so I would be sure to remember it.....plus I was embarrassed to put "Ground Chuck" in the break room fridge. Apparently breast milk and ground chuck are equally embarrassing and so it's worth the extra 8 flights of stairs to keep them in a mini fridge in the basement rather than the 3E kitchen.
It got me thinking there are probably a lot of things I better accomplish before I'm like 25. Like learn how to swim. and eat soup.
9.20.2010
things I thought I missed but don't really care about anymore
Tomorrow marks 2 months since I pushed a person out of my body. (doesn't it sounds more impressive when I word it like that?)
I realize I haven't put these 2 months to good use in terms of blogging considering I've been sitting at home in sweats watching 4 hours of the Today show 5 days a week (and actually hate weekends because none of 'my shows' are on), but I was inspired today to let you know a few important things that I'm sure you've been anxiously waiting to hear about.
Turns out I don't like sleeping on my stomach anymore and still require a barracade of 3 giant pillows strategically placed around me in order to fall asleep. I've also had to literally force myself to put on running shoes with tears in my eyes, I keep forgetting where I put my toe nail clippers, my belly button looks equally as gross as before, and I still am high maintenance when it comes to needing a fan blowing on me. I'm also having a difficult time dealing with this horrible thing called sucking in your stomach which leaves me with LESS than 4 things to wear to work. I haven't had to worry about it for 10 months and now here I am looking at the Suddenly Slim tanks at Target to try to avoid the "when are you due!?" questions.
Despite all these setbacks and my naivety thinking the birth would make all right in my world, I do have to say I am enjoying my little boy.
6.24.2010
things I miss
I have officially entered into the 'miserable' part of being pregnant and all I can think about is everything I can't do and everything I miss from those non-pregnant times that I can hardly remember.
Things like sleeping on my stomach
running
clipping my toenails/seeing my feet
having more than 4 clothing options for work
not sleeping with pillows on my side/back/in between my legs
not having a bad case of cankles by noon every day
hot tubs, rollercoasters, and standing for more than 20 minutes at a given time
doing the dew and not worrying about heartrates
sitting at my desk and not having a fan that I need to turn off everytime my phone rings
a painless lower back
my belly button
lifting things that aren't empty boxes from baby stuff
only writing thank you notes in April and December
not tearing up everytime someone asks me to do something at work
not tearing up thinking about epidural vs. pain
being able to make decisions
staying awake past 10
my 20/20 vision
clearly I've put very little thought into this list (and/or have been thinking about it and adding to it for the past 9 months.)
I THINK THAT'S IT!
Things like sleeping on my stomach
running
clipping my toenails/seeing my feet
having more than 4 clothing options for work
not sleeping with pillows on my side/back/in between my legs
not having a bad case of cankles by noon every day
hot tubs, rollercoasters, and standing for more than 20 minutes at a given time
doing the dew and not worrying about heartrates
sitting at my desk and not having a fan that I need to turn off everytime my phone rings
a painless lower back
my belly button
lifting things that aren't empty boxes from baby stuff
only writing thank you notes in April and December
not tearing up everytime someone asks me to do something at work
not tearing up thinking about epidural vs. pain
being able to make decisions
staying awake past 10
my 20/20 vision
clearly I've put very little thought into this list (and/or have been thinking about it and adding to it for the past 9 months.)
I THINK THAT'S IT!
6.14.2010
The cable guy came yesterday and was here for over two hours, but I have him to thank for the best 24 hours of my life (minus the 9.5 I spent sleeping and the 10 I spent working and driving)because I have watched so much tv and looked at so many blogs in those other hours.
In fact, I am watching tv as we speak, eating puffy cheetos (because it's a rite of passage with pregnancy) while Derek does P90x in the bathroom. He bought a pull up bar and the only doorway that it works in is the bathroom which is strangely convenient considering his ps2 and xbox don't play the dvds so he needs to play them on his laptop anyway. I'm just thankful the bathroom has 2 doorways so I don't have to ref any fights when baby wants to johnny jumpup while derek wants to do ab ripper x.
In other news, we got the crib set-up last night. I can't decide where to put anything in that room though and have rearranged it 3 times since 10pm last night. I can only imagine what the next 5 weeks will bring in my little nesting world.
I have nothing else to say because childbirth class and too much tv have turned my brain to mush.
In fact, I am watching tv as we speak, eating puffy cheetos (because it's a rite of passage with pregnancy) while Derek does P90x in the bathroom. He bought a pull up bar and the only doorway that it works in is the bathroom which is strangely convenient considering his ps2 and xbox don't play the dvds so he needs to play them on his laptop anyway. I'm just thankful the bathroom has 2 doorways so I don't have to ref any fights when baby wants to johnny jumpup while derek wants to do ab ripper x.
In other news, we got the crib set-up last night. I can't decide where to put anything in that room though and have rearranged it 3 times since 10pm last night. I can only imagine what the next 5 weeks will bring in my little nesting world.
I have nothing else to say because childbirth class and too much tv have turned my brain to mush.
6.08.2010
Disconnect
It's weird that as disconnected as I feel right now being in the brutal week 2 of no cable and internet, I have never known so much about the news. We have a nice little antenna that gives us network channels so I can keep up with the latest local news...at 630am, 5:00pm, 6:00pm, 9:00pm, and 10:00pm. I'm embarrassed to say I watch them all and I'm sure my coworkers are sick of me coming into work saying "did you hear about ___?!" I also know the extended 10 day forecast at all times thanks to the 2 all weather channels we pick up and probably the best part is when we get a break from watching the news to catch some Wheel. I miss Bravo. I miss watching Twins games. and dare I say I miss TLC. However, there's a light at the end of this tunnel so say a prayer I make it to Sunday.
5.17.2010
I'll be eating popsicles in the basement if you need me
80 degrees is a death sentence when you're 8 months pregnant. (Ok, nearly 8 months pregnant for anyone else who is actually counting.)
I went on a 20 minute walk today and aside from thinking I might go into labor in front of a little league practice, it went alright. It was my first 'leave the house' sort of exercise in probably 3 weeks mainly because people make me feel like an albino squirrel when I walk past them. Maybe it's in my head, but I dare you to come on a walk with me and tell me that it's not true. Anyway, I came home with some swollen fingers and feet and a bad case of the back sweat. Nothing I'm not completely accustomed to by now.
My main source of exercise is the stair climber and I like to do about 4-5 sets between 10pm and 6:30am. One of these days, I'm going to pee my pants. Not because I don't realize I have to go, but out of pure laziness because it is getting to be quite the haul up to the bathroom these days.
Just wait until you're pregnant, you'll know what I mean and trust me, you will not be laughing. Because you'll be crying. All the time. About things like spilling fruit in the parking lot of Einstein Bagels and spilling grapefruit juice all over your favorite maternity pants within 30 minutes of getting to work and forgetting where you put a $10 check 2 months ago and all the good tv shows having their season finales at the same time.....you know, important stuff that is worth your tears! Just you wait!
I went on a 20 minute walk today and aside from thinking I might go into labor in front of a little league practice, it went alright. It was my first 'leave the house' sort of exercise in probably 3 weeks mainly because people make me feel like an albino squirrel when I walk past them. Maybe it's in my head, but I dare you to come on a walk with me and tell me that it's not true. Anyway, I came home with some swollen fingers and feet and a bad case of the back sweat. Nothing I'm not completely accustomed to by now.
My main source of exercise is the stair climber and I like to do about 4-5 sets between 10pm and 6:30am. One of these days, I'm going to pee my pants. Not because I don't realize I have to go, but out of pure laziness because it is getting to be quite the haul up to the bathroom these days.
Just wait until you're pregnant, you'll know what I mean and trust me, you will not be laughing. Because you'll be crying. All the time. About things like spilling fruit in the parking lot of Einstein Bagels and spilling grapefruit juice all over your favorite maternity pants within 30 minutes of getting to work and forgetting where you put a $10 check 2 months ago and all the good tv shows having their season finales at the same time.....you know, important stuff that is worth your tears! Just you wait!
5.06.2010
Happy almost Mother's Day
I can't quite wrap my mind around being someone's mom but I figure I better try to get into this mom mode asap.
I started with cutting coupons. I also bring unlimited amounts of snacks with me anywhere and found myself buying travel size kleenex and wipes the other day at Target. I'd say I'm well on my way to mom-dom.
I'm not sure if this is my last non-mother mother's day or my first mother's day but since I got a card in the mail today, I'm going for firstsies.
I also think it's crucial that you all know that my rollercoaster of emotions is at an all time high right now. and an all time low.
My days are currently filled with a lot of road rage, garage sale rage, and general rage and if anyone calls me out on it, I can guarentee instant tears. There's really not room for any normalcy when it comes to 3rd trimester emotions.
And if anyone who reads this is a "I love being pregnant" type of girl, let me just tell you that I hate no one else more than you right now. Seriously. :) :) :)
but....seriously.
Happy Mother's Day!
I started with cutting coupons. I also bring unlimited amounts of snacks with me anywhere and found myself buying travel size kleenex and wipes the other day at Target. I'd say I'm well on my way to mom-dom.
I'm not sure if this is my last non-mother mother's day or my first mother's day but since I got a card in the mail today, I'm going for firstsies.
I also think it's crucial that you all know that my rollercoaster of emotions is at an all time high right now. and an all time low.
My days are currently filled with a lot of road rage, garage sale rage, and general rage and if anyone calls me out on it, I can guarentee instant tears. There's really not room for any normalcy when it comes to 3rd trimester emotions.
And if anyone who reads this is a "I love being pregnant" type of girl, let me just tell you that I hate no one else more than you right now. Seriously. :) :) :)
but....seriously.
Happy Mother's Day!
4.19.2010
Birthdays Earthdays
I have a confession to make. But I feel like I need to first tell you that I've lived on mere dollars a day getting my doctors bills paid and trying to get myself out of that last little bit of credit card debt and I expect to be in the free and clear in a matter of months. Minus labor and delivery but I really would rather not think about that just yet. I'm planning on winging it. Both physically and financially.
With that minor money disclaimer, you should know that I'm getting a pedicure tomorrow. and my hair done on wednesday. and a massage on thursday. and double baby showers this weekend. Oh, and my birthday. I've strategically planned all this as to make myself like my birthday this year. So far so good.
I got a pedicure the week I found out I was pregnant. That seems like about 6 years ago. Or 20 lbs. whatever. and the last massage I had was when I was unemployed roughly 13 months ago. and I don't have to tell you I desperately need my hair done. So those are my justifications and I feel...justified in a pregnant birthday nearly debt free sort of way.
(I also stand behind the fact that Monday nights are the worst night in tv and I found myself doing modified yoga poses OnDemand just so I wouldn't have to watch Dancing with the Stars...again.)
Also, say a prayer that I get presents on Wednesday for administrative professionals appreciation day. Although I am technically not an admin, I do get the joys and perks of managing the budget and metrics, booking meeting rooms, and various adminish tasks. I think its only fitting I am honored this week since we have no other admin in our department. I hope my boss reads this. (before Wednesday).
With that minor money disclaimer, you should know that I'm getting a pedicure tomorrow. and my hair done on wednesday. and a massage on thursday. and double baby showers this weekend. Oh, and my birthday. I've strategically planned all this as to make myself like my birthday this year. So far so good.
I got a pedicure the week I found out I was pregnant. That seems like about 6 years ago. Or 20 lbs. whatever. and the last massage I had was when I was unemployed roughly 13 months ago. and I don't have to tell you I desperately need my hair done. So those are my justifications and I feel...justified in a pregnant birthday nearly debt free sort of way.
(I also stand behind the fact that Monday nights are the worst night in tv and I found myself doing modified yoga poses OnDemand just so I wouldn't have to watch Dancing with the Stars...again.)
Also, say a prayer that I get presents on Wednesday for administrative professionals appreciation day. Although I am technically not an admin, I do get the joys and perks of managing the budget and metrics, booking meeting rooms, and various adminish tasks. I think its only fitting I am honored this week since we have no other admin in our department. I hope my boss reads this. (before Wednesday).
4.13.2010
This is obligitory and uninteresting
I feel obligated to come on here and tell you that I love Lee DeWyze on Idol. But as much as I love him, I know he'll be a distant Daughtry in my mind once this season is over so don't hold me to that love 3 months from now. That being said, I'm still holding out that everyone this season kind of stinks. Biggest Loser has reclaimed my top Tuesday night show. Minus Alison Sweeney's hideous outfits.
Also, I think 98% of you know this but the baby blog is officially in existance...just not much to look at yet. But in case you still care and want to get in the habit of checking it daily now: http://babyadamczyk.blogspot.com
I bought a Timberwolves tshirt for the baby today. Size 5. I guess you could say I'm giving the Wolves a little extra grace period to "rebuild." (Haven't they been doing that since 2004? wait, no, 1989?) Hopefully Cade-o can sport it until...well..2013 or 14 I suppose.
Also, I think 98% of you know this but the baby blog is officially in existance...just not much to look at yet. But in case you still care and want to get in the habit of checking it daily now: http://babyadamczyk.blogspot.com
I bought a Timberwolves tshirt for the baby today. Size 5. I guess you could say I'm giving the Wolves a little extra grace period to "rebuild." (Haven't they been doing that since 2004? wait, no, 1989?) Hopefully Cade-o can sport it until...well..2013 or 14 I suppose.
3.29.2010
Mondays are the low point of my life
Aside from being SO HARD to wake up and get to work on time, Mondays irritate me more than any wink face, more than any classic pooh nursery decor, and more than drivers who don't yield from hwy 100 on to 7 west for ONE reason:
There is nothing good on tv. Historically, this has been true for Mondays. The last Monday night show I remember being excited for was 7th Heaven circa Simon bowl cut days. We're talking 1998, people.
Sure I went through a phase of Jon and Kate like the rest of America and I've watched a season or 3 of The Bachelor, but honestly, those were more "there's nothing better on to watch" decisions. Same goes for those 2 Monday Night Football games I've watched (ever) and the obvious choice when there really is nothing on: HGTV.
I had Dancing with the Stars on tonight out of default and I can't tell you how much I hate that show. And every dancing show for that matter. I don't know if it's the dancers or the hosts or the judges or the celebs...I can't put my finger on it, so it must be a combo of all 4 elements because I literally have shuttered in every episode I've watched. Someone, anyone, feel free to explain the appeal because I DON'T GET IT.
Once I'd had enough, I went in my room and organized a box of medicine and then my files from 2007 - 2010. Productive. It was phase 3 of my Spring Cleaning that started in mid-February. So far I've gone through my closet twice, my dresser once, and all my little stoarge boxes filled with products I never use and things I don't need. My new favorite places (besides the trash chute) have been the clothing/shoes giant mailboxes around SLP. I've made three trips there in the past 6 weeks and plan on a handful more before the birthday clock strikes 24.
Which reminds me. Happy 1 year to my blog. Seems like only yesterday I was doodling on Post-It notes trying to stay awake at work in a deathly silent basement dungeon.
In other news, you should check out my registries at Target and Babies R (how do I make it backwards?) Us. You should probably buy me the most expensive things first, but if those are all taken, an endless supply of dipes and wipes would still make me happy.
Also, say a prayer that I reach my deductible sooner rather than later. Baby has broken the Sister Christer bank due to having to take a $300+ profile picture amoung other things. (Blue Cross covered $1.84 of that.) And say a prayer that I stop freaking out about "what if I go into labor while I'm..." (fill in the blank). I've filled in that blank with every situation possible and every last one of them results in me panicking and being embarrassed. I have come to the conclusion that it needs to happen around dinner time while I'm watching Ellen the exact day of my due date. I've told the baby that and I plan on telling him every day for the next 16.5 weeks.
There is nothing good on tv. Historically, this has been true for Mondays. The last Monday night show I remember being excited for was 7th Heaven circa Simon bowl cut days. We're talking 1998, people.
Sure I went through a phase of Jon and Kate like the rest of America and I've watched a season or 3 of The Bachelor, but honestly, those were more "there's nothing better on to watch" decisions. Same goes for those 2 Monday Night Football games I've watched (ever) and the obvious choice when there really is nothing on: HGTV.
I had Dancing with the Stars on tonight out of default and I can't tell you how much I hate that show. And every dancing show for that matter. I don't know if it's the dancers or the hosts or the judges or the celebs...I can't put my finger on it, so it must be a combo of all 4 elements because I literally have shuttered in every episode I've watched. Someone, anyone, feel free to explain the appeal because I DON'T GET IT.
Once I'd had enough, I went in my room and organized a box of medicine and then my files from 2007 - 2010. Productive. It was phase 3 of my Spring Cleaning that started in mid-February. So far I've gone through my closet twice, my dresser once, and all my little stoarge boxes filled with products I never use and things I don't need. My new favorite places (besides the trash chute) have been the clothing/shoes giant mailboxes around SLP. I've made three trips there in the past 6 weeks and plan on a handful more before the birthday clock strikes 24.
Which reminds me. Happy 1 year to my blog. Seems like only yesterday I was doodling on Post-It notes trying to stay awake at work in a deathly silent basement dungeon.
In other news, you should check out my registries at Target and Babies R (how do I make it backwards?) Us. You should probably buy me the most expensive things first, but if those are all taken, an endless supply of dipes and wipes would still make me happy.
Also, say a prayer that I reach my deductible sooner rather than later. Baby has broken the Sister Christer bank due to having to take a $300+ profile picture amoung other things. (Blue Cross covered $1.84 of that.) And say a prayer that I stop freaking out about "what if I go into labor while I'm..." (fill in the blank). I've filled in that blank with every situation possible and every last one of them results in me panicking and being embarrassed. I have come to the conclusion that it needs to happen around dinner time while I'm watching Ellen the exact day of my due date. I've told the baby that and I plan on telling him every day for the next 16.5 weeks.
3.16.2010
Iam(not)mommy@blogspot.com
I downgraded my Netflix, I downgraded my phone plan, and I've downgraded on Ellen. Who am I becoming? Thrifty and bored.
This is a PSA to say I accept gifts. Baby gifts. Food gifts. Monetary gifts. and clothes that look giant but will probably barely fit me sort of gifts. You can send them all to my attention between now and baby debut time which leads me into accepting free babysitting so I can train for all the races I'll have to make up for missing.
(thanks in advance!)
I should mention that the new camera that was impulsively bought last week was in preperation for a baby blog. I was going to start it this weekend but got a little tied up talking to the Linksys guy on the phone for, oh, my entire life. The good news is I only suffered 4 hours without internet. The bad news is..no baby blog.
There also is no baby blog because I didn't know what to name it. Derek won't let me name the baby anything cool. (right, Derek?) and "I Am Mommy" was already taken. (that's kind of a joke. I would never choose that name but it IS in fact taken and I do read her blog...but only the I am Baker part of it to make myself feel worthless as a woman.) SO maybe the baby blogging will be more of a reality when a baby actually gets here. Until then, I will give you updates on here. Like let you know that the baby likes to jump on my bladder like a tramp (usually just as night or when I "work out") and also does not like it when I try to bend over from my desk chair to pick up candy wrappers that I drop on the floor. (don't you feel like you know him so well now?)
I also want to say a big thanks to everyone at work for going on diets, signing up for half marathons and 5Ks and personal training sessions and becoming healthier people while I show up every Monday a pant size bigger.
I digress. I know you're probably more interested in hearing me talk about how excited I am for American Idol tonight but I got news for you..I'm not! I have slowly been losing interest, even Ellen doesn't do it for me anymore. Listening to mediocre singers sing mediocre versions of The Rolling Stones songs does not make for a good Tuesday night. Although neither did the 20/20 two hour Behind the Scenes of the Bachelor show but I still watched that. Who am I kidding, I'm still going to watch. I just won't be excited about it.
Lastly I want to tell everyone that I stood in an elevator with the door shut for nearly one full minute before thinking to press a button. Also, I spent 2 hours looking for jobs online before I realized I like my job I already have.
Finally you should all know that exactly one year ago I was soaking in the Mexican sun and my discolored arms and memories are all I have to show for it. And Derek I guess.
This is a PSA to say I accept gifts. Baby gifts. Food gifts. Monetary gifts. and clothes that look giant but will probably barely fit me sort of gifts. You can send them all to my attention between now and baby debut time which leads me into accepting free babysitting so I can train for all the races I'll have to make up for missing.
(thanks in advance!)
I should mention that the new camera that was impulsively bought last week was in preperation for a baby blog. I was going to start it this weekend but got a little tied up talking to the Linksys guy on the phone for, oh, my entire life. The good news is I only suffered 4 hours without internet. The bad news is..no baby blog.
There also is no baby blog because I didn't know what to name it. Derek won't let me name the baby anything cool. (right, Derek?) and "I Am Mommy" was already taken. (that's kind of a joke. I would never choose that name but it IS in fact taken and I do read her blog...but only the I am Baker part of it to make myself feel worthless as a woman.) SO maybe the baby blogging will be more of a reality when a baby actually gets here. Until then, I will give you updates on here. Like let you know that the baby likes to jump on my bladder like a tramp (usually just as night or when I "work out") and also does not like it when I try to bend over from my desk chair to pick up candy wrappers that I drop on the floor. (don't you feel like you know him so well now?)
I also want to say a big thanks to everyone at work for going on diets, signing up for half marathons and 5Ks and personal training sessions and becoming healthier people while I show up every Monday a pant size bigger.
I digress. I know you're probably more interested in hearing me talk about how excited I am for American Idol tonight but I got news for you..I'm not! I have slowly been losing interest, even Ellen doesn't do it for me anymore. Listening to mediocre singers sing mediocre versions of The Rolling Stones songs does not make for a good Tuesday night. Although neither did the 20/20 two hour Behind the Scenes of the Bachelor show but I still watched that. Who am I kidding, I'm still going to watch. I just won't be excited about it.
Lastly I want to tell everyone that I stood in an elevator with the door shut for nearly one full minute before thinking to press a button. Also, I spent 2 hours looking for jobs online before I realized I like my job I already have.
Finally you should all know that exactly one year ago I was soaking in the Mexican sun and my discolored arms and memories are all I have to show for it. And Derek I guess.
3.13.2010
Is 19 more weeks considered soon?
If you want to spend the best $4.60 you have ever spent, you need to go to The Magic Crepe at the Mall of America and get their cinnamon crepe. I had it on Thursday have been thinking about it more often than not ever since.
Baby got more sporty onesies yesterday. 8 of them for $11. I thought it was such a steal until I realized that 5 of them are the tiniest tiny clothes you can imagine. So if I give birth before April, at least he'll have something to wear. Which, apparently wouldn't be so far fetched considering I was asked this week in the lunch line if I was "due soon." Anyway, if genetics is a factor in baby size, I will be craigslisting them soon after the birth. Or make a premie friend at the hospital. They're still cute to look at.
Lastly, I've been spending my lunch hour coveting this blog: www.younghouselove.com. You will be highly disappointed you've ever wasted time with sister christer once you visit it.
Well, I have a busy morning of college basketball reruns ahead of me followed by Baby Registry 101. Wish me luck.
Baby got more sporty onesies yesterday. 8 of them for $11. I thought it was such a steal until I realized that 5 of them are the tiniest tiny clothes you can imagine. So if I give birth before April, at least he'll have something to wear. Which, apparently wouldn't be so far fetched considering I was asked this week in the lunch line if I was "due soon." Anyway, if genetics is a factor in baby size, I will be craigslisting them soon after the birth. Or make a premie friend at the hospital. They're still cute to look at.
Lastly, I've been spending my lunch hour coveting this blog: www.younghouselove.com. You will be highly disappointed you've ever wasted time with sister christer once you visit it.
Well, I have a busy morning of college basketball reruns ahead of me followed by Baby Registry 101. Wish me luck.
3.02.2010
GRARARERN. Naturally.
That spells "rearrange" only it's been rearranged. Trickkkky.
We got a little note saying our furnace filter will be checked tomorrow so make sure it's not blocked by furniture or personal belongings. Naturally, my first question was do we have a furnace which was then followed by the question where is the supposed furnace filter?
and then naturally I remembered I have a giant metal box in my room. Which is also when I remembered that I've been having hot flashes since November and need to have a turbo jet powered fan blowing on me in order to get to sleep. (Clearly I'm not the biggest fan of the furnace filter or my choice of bedrooms.) I also naturally thought the best place to put my shelf was in front of the furnace filter as to block it's metalness. So natuarally that lead to me moving it away from the wall....which lead to me moving it the opposite wall....which lead to my bed shifting positions 4 times as did my dresser and nightstand and oops, let's move the shelf again to the other corner. and now the bed once more. and now let's put the dresser back where it was.
And here I am 3 hours later with a poorly rearranged room, a few bruises, and a grim future for that dream of being on HGTV. but my furnace filter is unblocked.
I also experienced the feeling of a little boy trying to head butt his way out of what I would like to think as a very nice, hospitable home. I don't know what his deal was but he thought the easiest way "out" was through my rib cage. I imagine his little bungee cord probably kept him from getting all the way out. That and my actual body. and maybe the fact I grabbed my side and laid on the floor...(his first time being grounded!) It could be that he inherited my bad sense of direction or he could just be going through his rebellious, I hate my mother stage a little early. Either way, you can expect we will be having some heart to hearts as to which way is the RIGHT way to come out once I give him the go ahead. Because I am in complete control. Naturally.
Which reminds me, I've always liked Kelly Ripa, but I hate the fact she has an outie. Having an outie is worse than being left handed or a red head. But now that I have time to reevaluate, I just want to say I no longer believe people should be judged by their belly buttons.
You may also know I've said the word naturally a lot. Naturally it's because I'm seeing how I feel about the word. So far it makes me more uncomfortable than I can tell you and as I read this blog over and over again, naturally, the more painful it gets.
We got a little note saying our furnace filter will be checked tomorrow so make sure it's not blocked by furniture or personal belongings. Naturally, my first question was do we have a furnace which was then followed by the question where is the supposed furnace filter?
and then naturally I remembered I have a giant metal box in my room. Which is also when I remembered that I've been having hot flashes since November and need to have a turbo jet powered fan blowing on me in order to get to sleep. (Clearly I'm not the biggest fan of the furnace filter or my choice of bedrooms.) I also naturally thought the best place to put my shelf was in front of the furnace filter as to block it's metalness. So natuarally that lead to me moving it away from the wall....which lead to me moving it the opposite wall....which lead to my bed shifting positions 4 times as did my dresser and nightstand and oops, let's move the shelf again to the other corner. and now the bed once more. and now let's put the dresser back where it was.
And here I am 3 hours later with a poorly rearranged room, a few bruises, and a grim future for that dream of being on HGTV. but my furnace filter is unblocked.
I also experienced the feeling of a little boy trying to head butt his way out of what I would like to think as a very nice, hospitable home. I don't know what his deal was but he thought the easiest way "out" was through my rib cage. I imagine his little bungee cord probably kept him from getting all the way out. That and my actual body. and maybe the fact I grabbed my side and laid on the floor...(his first time being grounded!) It could be that he inherited my bad sense of direction or he could just be going through his rebellious, I hate my mother stage a little early. Either way, you can expect we will be having some heart to hearts as to which way is the RIGHT way to come out once I give him the go ahead. Because I am in complete control. Naturally.
Which reminds me, I've always liked Kelly Ripa, but I hate the fact she has an outie. Having an outie is worse than being left handed or a red head. But now that I have time to reevaluate, I just want to say I no longer believe people should be judged by their belly buttons.
You may also know I've said the word naturally a lot. Naturally it's because I'm seeing how I feel about the word. So far it makes me more uncomfortable than I can tell you and as I read this blog over and over again, naturally, the more painful it gets.
3.01.2010
TWO -BILLZ
Welcome to 200. (That's NUMBER 200. Not 200 lbs....yet.)
To celebrate this monumental blog I bought a box of mini soft pretzels and ate almost all of them simoultaneously watching The Bachelor finale.
I'm not sure which was the bigger mistake...but whatever the case, I wound up with a bad stomachache. I am couch-ridden for at least another hour to digest these SoftStix and Jake picking Vienna. and yes, I hear my phone ringing in the other room but I can't get up. Sorry if it's you. If Kelsey was here I would request a catheder. Or an epidural. I don't know how that would help me but it seems like it's worth a shot.
Anyway, Jake had to pick between the kind of gir that drives me nuts (Tenley) and the kind of girl that's ugly and drives me nuts (Vienna). I didn't care. But I watched anyway. and in my defense I missed half of it. I think Tenley reminds me of a little mouse that would help me clean and sew clothes and open my bllinds for me to bring in the St. "Lucia's" (Park) sunlight. Meanwhile Vienna reminds me of Hilary Duff's ugly sister Haylie + Ashley Tisdale + a girl I used to work at Hop's with who's bleached hair and brown eyes made me go home and deep condition my hair and pray it never looked as fake and nast as hers.
Was that a run on sentence?
Moving on, who's even remotely surprised about the Dancing with the Stars lineup? The least they could have done was let Maddy Gosslin do it because you KNOW she's crossing her arms and stomping a foot knowing her mom will be soaking up her attention. I guess I'm a TINY bit surprised by Erin Andrews only because I thought she was better than that. "That" being DWTS. Who am I to judge though..I've never seen the show. (surprisingly!) I'll te you who would get me to watch though: TIM RIGGINS.
Which brings me to Friday Night Lights coming back to NBC on April 30. Have I stopped thinking about it since I've found out? No. Will I stop thinking about it between now and April 30? Probably not.
To celebrate this monumental blog I bought a box of mini soft pretzels and ate almost all of them simoultaneously watching The Bachelor finale.
I'm not sure which was the bigger mistake...but whatever the case, I wound up with a bad stomachache. I am couch-ridden for at least another hour to digest these SoftStix and Jake picking Vienna. and yes, I hear my phone ringing in the other room but I can't get up. Sorry if it's you. If Kelsey was here I would request a catheder. Or an epidural. I don't know how that would help me but it seems like it's worth a shot.
Anyway, Jake had to pick between the kind of gir that drives me nuts (Tenley) and the kind of girl that's ugly and drives me nuts (Vienna). I didn't care. But I watched anyway. and in my defense I missed half of it. I think Tenley reminds me of a little mouse that would help me clean and sew clothes and open my bllinds for me to bring in the St. "Lucia's" (Park) sunlight. Meanwhile Vienna reminds me of Hilary Duff's ugly sister Haylie + Ashley Tisdale + a girl I used to work at Hop's with who's bleached hair and brown eyes made me go home and deep condition my hair and pray it never looked as fake and nast as hers.
Was that a run on sentence?
Moving on, who's even remotely surprised about the Dancing with the Stars lineup? The least they could have done was let Maddy Gosslin do it because you KNOW she's crossing her arms and stomping a foot knowing her mom will be soaking up her attention. I guess I'm a TINY bit surprised by Erin Andrews only because I thought she was better than that. "That" being DWTS. Who am I to judge though..I've never seen the show. (surprisingly!) I'll te you who would get me to watch though: TIM RIGGINS.
Which brings me to Friday Night Lights coming back to NBC on April 30. Have I stopped thinking about it since I've found out? No. Will I stop thinking about it between now and April 30? Probably not.
2.24.2010
Shut up, Simon
I've had a really demanding schedule of tv watching lately. You probably haven't. So I've decided to blog about my tv watching so you can keep up to date and I can have 'someone' to talk to about Idol.
Girls: They all kind of sucked. If you dvr'ed it, don't bother watching. I only like Didi and Katie and only a little bit.
Boys..............
Todrick. 100 million percent agree with Simon, vergent on stupid. I like Todrick, but I don't trust a man with light eyes. Or with the name "Todrick."
David Archuleta 2.0. Eh. Unimpressed. He looks like a future member of the church worship team. and He made me miss David Archuleta.
Can anyone tell me what "Juking" is?
Jermaine. Oops, I was googling baby blankets and talking on the phone so I missed him.
Turban. He may get the tween girl votes, but any one who's gone through puberty knows he doesn't stand a chance at being here another week. It's too late to apologize, oh yeah. oh yeah. oh yeah. (could I get one more oh yeah out of turban? probably not)
Mexican Jose. Hmm. I liked him more than I would have thought. I have nothing negative to say...which feels weird.
Tyler Grady. I felt like I was watching really good Rock Band graphics. and was still not impressed. I think Tyler Grady would be great if Hairball ever decides to go more 70's.
Lee Dee. My first thought when Seacrest announced "Chasing Cars" was baaad choice. Ballads=bad news for night #1. However, I was pleasently surprised with his rendition. He made Snow Patrol manly which I never thought was possible.
Trendy Asian. I like him because he's trendy and Asian but I didn't want God to bless the Child...unless it's mine. I would vote for him just for an extra blessing on my son. (is that selfish?)
Big Mike. Never has a man made a guitar look so small. Which brings me to why did he have a guitar? He didn't play it. He tapped on it. and strummed it less than 5 times. Rewatch it and tell me I'm wrong. (You won't. You will tell me I'm right.) Anyway, it's a shame I really like this song and he made me like it oh so much less. I am crossing my fingers Andrew Garcia does a Maroon 5 song in the near future so it can erase my bad memories of this.
On a commercial sidenote, I just got nautious thinking about Culver's Butter Burgers.
Alex Lambert. woof. The only man that can pull off that look is(was) Mark Paul Gosselaar circa Malibu Sands/The Attic episodes of Saved by the Bell. I thought he was horrible and I've been asking for the past 3 weeks how he even made it to Hollywood. I was much more focused on my graham crackers and cream cheese frosting than on paying any attention to this kid.
Casey James. First let me make reference to the fact that we have the same haircut. I seriously wake up looking like Casey James every morning...Does this mean Kara likes me? and Bucky Covington? Hmm. Well, in other news, he has a nice name (just saying). And although I hate this song, he reminds me slightly of Tim Riggins from FNL and has a nice voice so he's ok in my book.
Andrew Garcia. Also known as the one I waited 2 hours to see. I have to say I was expecting more, however, I also have to say he is still my fave. The song just sucks. as do Fall Out Boy. As does Panic! at the Disco. As does any band that sounds like one of the two.
So after my top 12 review, I predict Andrew Garcia, Casey James, Mexican Jose, Big Mike, Lee Dee, and Jermaine.
Tell me I'm right, Simon!
Girls: They all kind of sucked. If you dvr'ed it, don't bother watching. I only like Didi and Katie and only a little bit.
Boys..............
Todrick. 100 million percent agree with Simon, vergent on stupid. I like Todrick, but I don't trust a man with light eyes. Or with the name "Todrick."
David Archuleta 2.0. Eh. Unimpressed. He looks like a future member of the church worship team. and He made me miss David Archuleta.
Can anyone tell me what "Juking" is?
Jermaine. Oops, I was googling baby blankets and talking on the phone so I missed him.
Turban. He may get the tween girl votes, but any one who's gone through puberty knows he doesn't stand a chance at being here another week. It's too late to apologize, oh yeah. oh yeah. oh yeah. (could I get one more oh yeah out of turban? probably not)
Mexican Jose. Hmm. I liked him more than I would have thought. I have nothing negative to say...which feels weird.
Tyler Grady. I felt like I was watching really good Rock Band graphics. and was still not impressed. I think Tyler Grady would be great if Hairball ever decides to go more 70's.
Lee Dee. My first thought when Seacrest announced "Chasing Cars" was baaad choice. Ballads=bad news for night #1. However, I was pleasently surprised with his rendition. He made Snow Patrol manly which I never thought was possible.
Trendy Asian. I like him because he's trendy and Asian but I didn't want God to bless the Child...unless it's mine. I would vote for him just for an extra blessing on my son. (is that selfish?)
Big Mike. Never has a man made a guitar look so small. Which brings me to why did he have a guitar? He didn't play it. He tapped on it. and strummed it less than 5 times. Rewatch it and tell me I'm wrong. (You won't. You will tell me I'm right.) Anyway, it's a shame I really like this song and he made me like it oh so much less. I am crossing my fingers Andrew Garcia does a Maroon 5 song in the near future so it can erase my bad memories of this.
On a commercial sidenote, I just got nautious thinking about Culver's Butter Burgers.
Alex Lambert. woof. The only man that can pull off that look is(was) Mark Paul Gosselaar circa Malibu Sands/The Attic episodes of Saved by the Bell. I thought he was horrible and I've been asking for the past 3 weeks how he even made it to Hollywood. I was much more focused on my graham crackers and cream cheese frosting than on paying any attention to this kid.
Casey James. First let me make reference to the fact that we have the same haircut. I seriously wake up looking like Casey James every morning...Does this mean Kara likes me? and Bucky Covington? Hmm. Well, in other news, he has a nice name (just saying). And although I hate this song, he reminds me slightly of Tim Riggins from FNL and has a nice voice so he's ok in my book.
Andrew Garcia. Also known as the one I waited 2 hours to see. I have to say I was expecting more, however, I also have to say he is still my fave. The song just sucks. as do Fall Out Boy. As does Panic! at the Disco. As does any band that sounds like one of the two.
So after my top 12 review, I predict Andrew Garcia, Casey James, Mexican Jose, Big Mike, Lee Dee, and Jermaine.
Tell me I'm right, Simon!
2.11.2010
Happy Thursday
and while I'm at it, happy belated Super Bowl and happy early V-day.
I've been doing the best I can to eat foods from all food groups these days. This mainly means I buy a lot of V8 juice and make myself add chicken to everything plus the morning chug of chocolate milk. That covers most of the areas I've historically been depriving my bod of.
Today however it's 12:39pm and I am currently sustaining my body on yogurt based foods alone. I hit my DRV for calcium and fruit by probably 9am today. Something to be proud of.
On to more important things in my life like Idol. I have never been so happy than to see my girl Ellen during Hollywood week. Even though she was wearing a button up jean shirt. My favorites thus far are clearly Andrew Garcia who's parents were in a gang. He sang Maroon 5 Sunday morning in auditions and then a little Paula Abdul the other night which had me sold. I also thought I was a big fan of Todrick but I think I might have got him confused with Jermaine from IL. My guess is I'm the only one who pays attention enough to remember every song and every name and every audition city so...I'm just going to stop.
With the exception of I hate Mary.
Ok, I'm glad I could get that in.
I'm not going to write about Biggest Loser except that I think Allison Sweeney's "stylist" needs to be fired asap. and also, how come there are no likeable people this season? If I HAD to pick, I would pick the yellow team but only because they are from Minnesota and the dad has a Jesus tat. Otherwise everyone is tied for below the yellow line for me as far as likeability.
I've been doing the best I can to eat foods from all food groups these days. This mainly means I buy a lot of V8 juice and make myself add chicken to everything plus the morning chug of chocolate milk. That covers most of the areas I've historically been depriving my bod of.
Today however it's 12:39pm and I am currently sustaining my body on yogurt based foods alone. I hit my DRV for calcium and fruit by probably 9am today. Something to be proud of.
On to more important things in my life like Idol. I have never been so happy than to see my girl Ellen during Hollywood week. Even though she was wearing a button up jean shirt. My favorites thus far are clearly Andrew Garcia who's parents were in a gang. He sang Maroon 5 Sunday morning in auditions and then a little Paula Abdul the other night which had me sold. I also thought I was a big fan of Todrick but I think I might have got him confused with Jermaine from IL. My guess is I'm the only one who pays attention enough to remember every song and every name and every audition city so...I'm just going to stop.
With the exception of I hate Mary.
Ok, I'm glad I could get that in.
I'm not going to write about Biggest Loser except that I think Allison Sweeney's "stylist" needs to be fired asap. and also, how come there are no likeable people this season? If I HAD to pick, I would pick the yellow team but only because they are from Minnesota and the dad has a Jesus tat. Otherwise everyone is tied for below the yellow line for me as far as likeability.
2.04.2010
Excuses Excuses
I have had ZERO time to blog. SRSLY.
Mainly because Ellen keeps me so busy. The girl is errrrverywhere.
But really. By the time I get home from work, I only have about a 2-3 hour window of time that I have to do a lot of things. If I'm lucky 1 hour gets me to the gym. Which leaves me 1 hour to watch Ellen and 1 hour to watch Justin Bieber YouTube vids. I barely have time to eat a well balanced meal much less blog!
Tonight, I cut my Bieber time short and also sacrificed my gym time to the washer/dryer which meant I got to listen to my iTunes playlist called "I hate hanging up my clothes." So tonight was definitely an off night. Don't get used to it.
You should also know that I've cooled my creamsicle kick down to two a day. It's a problem, but I'm not willing to address it quite yet because they are just too dang good.
I also came closer today to peeing my pants in my car than ever before. Lori and Julia broke the news to me that Jessica Simpson and Taylor Kirtsch are an item. I didn't know if I should be happy or sad which naturally results in me almost peeing my pants. Luckily I was minutes from home and was able to scale the steps faster than I have in months. I just don't know what to think about those two together. I like Jessica, but I JUST LOVE TIM RIGGINS. Love him. And if anyone knows when and how I can watch Friday Night Lights Season 4, TELL ME NOOOOW.
In closing, there is no such thing as cute boy clothes, cute boy names, and cute boy anythings. I'm at my whit's end with Thank Heaven For Little Boys and Mommy's Lil AllStar. I will probably regret saying this in a couple months, but I'm trusting the Lord will provide gift receipts. God is faithful. And as long as I'm being honest, I'm also not into Classic Pooh or polka dots.
Mainly because Ellen keeps me so busy. The girl is errrrverywhere.
But really. By the time I get home from work, I only have about a 2-3 hour window of time that I have to do a lot of things. If I'm lucky 1 hour gets me to the gym. Which leaves me 1 hour to watch Ellen and 1 hour to watch Justin Bieber YouTube vids. I barely have time to eat a well balanced meal much less blog!
Tonight, I cut my Bieber time short and also sacrificed my gym time to the washer/dryer which meant I got to listen to my iTunes playlist called "I hate hanging up my clothes." So tonight was definitely an off night. Don't get used to it.
You should also know that I've cooled my creamsicle kick down to two a day. It's a problem, but I'm not willing to address it quite yet because they are just too dang good.
I also came closer today to peeing my pants in my car than ever before. Lori and Julia broke the news to me that Jessica Simpson and Taylor Kirtsch are an item. I didn't know if I should be happy or sad which naturally results in me almost peeing my pants. Luckily I was minutes from home and was able to scale the steps faster than I have in months. I just don't know what to think about those two together. I like Jessica, but I JUST LOVE TIM RIGGINS. Love him. And if anyone knows when and how I can watch Friday Night Lights Season 4, TELL ME NOOOOW.
In closing, there is no such thing as cute boy clothes, cute boy names, and cute boy anythings. I'm at my whit's end with Thank Heaven For Little Boys and Mommy's Lil AllStar. I will probably regret saying this in a couple months, but I'm trusting the Lord will provide gift receipts. God is faithful. And as long as I'm being honest, I'm also not into Classic Pooh or polka dots.
1.25.2010
(hot) flash dance
Nothing is more uncomfortable than listening to Oprah and Rosie talk about menopause.
Except for my trip to the gym yesterday.
I was walking on the tread, minding my biz and reading The Blind Side, when something caught my eye. I have a tendency to keep an eye on the weight machine area while I do cardio for a few different reasons...
A. To learn how to use the machines I don't know how to do without having to actually ask someone
B. To see the sweaty people who touch the machines before me so I am motivated to remember to clean before and after
C. To see the Super Nast people who use the machines before me so I can avoid them altogether
So I glance up to look at this arm/chest thing I like to do and saw a middle aged man, black, bald (but with a tiny patch of hair above his ear with a 6 in long braid), muscle tank, giant biceps, and roughly 5 foot 2.
He did a set. Stood up. and started dancing.
But not like just nodding his head and step together step sort of dancing. Full out grinding sort of dancing with closed eyes, snapping fingers, and fancy footwork.
Maybe 3 minutes straight of this and then did another set and then back to dancing. By the third time, he was getting a lot of stares and a lot of laughs so he must have decided to up his game because he started to pop and lock it.
Let's keep in mind this was 12:30pm on a Sunday.
So weird. so maybe Rosie talking menopause isn't so bad.
Except for my trip to the gym yesterday.
I was walking on the tread, minding my biz and reading The Blind Side, when something caught my eye. I have a tendency to keep an eye on the weight machine area while I do cardio for a few different reasons...
A. To learn how to use the machines I don't know how to do without having to actually ask someone
B. To see the sweaty people who touch the machines before me so I am motivated to remember to clean before and after
C. To see the Super Nast people who use the machines before me so I can avoid them altogether
So I glance up to look at this arm/chest thing I like to do and saw a middle aged man, black, bald (but with a tiny patch of hair above his ear with a 6 in long braid), muscle tank, giant biceps, and roughly 5 foot 2.
He did a set. Stood up. and started dancing.
But not like just nodding his head and step together step sort of dancing. Full out grinding sort of dancing with closed eyes, snapping fingers, and fancy footwork.
Maybe 3 minutes straight of this and then did another set and then back to dancing. By the third time, he was getting a lot of stares and a lot of laughs so he must have decided to up his game because he started to pop and lock it.
Let's keep in mind this was 12:30pm on a Sunday.
So weird. so maybe Rosie talking menopause isn't so bad.
1.23.2010
dinkdinkdink...is anyone still out there?
It's me. I'm back with time on my hands and things to talk about but no one sitting here to listen to me. So here I am.
I've had fanmail and comments and facebook messages up the wazoo begging and pleading for me to come back. So now that I find myself sitting in bed by 8pm with my laptop every night (I just leave it on long enough to warm up my bed), I figured I would grace you (molly) with my presence again.
Let me review what's happened since we last spoke.
I finished regular season fantasy football in first place and lost a heartbreaking loss in playoff game #1. And so ends my inaugral fantasy season. I was so depressed with my football loss that I gave up on my fantasy basketball team in week 1. Fantasy is just not my strong suit.
I turned 23.5. No one said anything or bought me anything. Probably because they didn't get a blog reminder.
I slept through December 2009, but from what I can tell, didn't miss much.
I got ripped off at Jiffy Lube twice.
I fell in love with taping Ellen. EVERY.DAY.
I found out NBC is tentatively showing Friday Night Lights season 4 this spring/summer. I may die having to wait a week between episodes. I need more Riggins in my life.
And today marks the 23rd day of January and I am $3.59 shy of reaching my deductible for the year. I frickin rule. Unless it counts towards 2009 in which case expect me to reach my deductible by February 23. Or sooner. Because I'm just that cool.
Judging by the traffic this has continued to receive in my nearly 4 months of absence, I really feel the need to delete the vikings song I posted in august. It concerns me people in japan are reading this. no offense, konichiwa's.
I've had fanmail and comments and facebook messages up the wazoo begging and pleading for me to come back. So now that I find myself sitting in bed by 8pm with my laptop every night (I just leave it on long enough to warm up my bed), I figured I would grace you (molly) with my presence again.
Let me review what's happened since we last spoke.
I finished regular season fantasy football in first place and lost a heartbreaking loss in playoff game #1. And so ends my inaugral fantasy season. I was so depressed with my football loss that I gave up on my fantasy basketball team in week 1. Fantasy is just not my strong suit.
I turned 23.5. No one said anything or bought me anything. Probably because they didn't get a blog reminder.
I slept through December 2009, but from what I can tell, didn't miss much.
I got ripped off at Jiffy Lube twice.
I fell in love with taping Ellen. EVERY.DAY.
I found out NBC is tentatively showing Friday Night Lights season 4 this spring/summer. I may die having to wait a week between episodes. I need more Riggins in my life.
And today marks the 23rd day of January and I am $3.59 shy of reaching my deductible for the year. I frickin rule. Unless it counts towards 2009 in which case expect me to reach my deductible by February 23. Or sooner. Because I'm just that cool.
Judging by the traffic this has continued to receive in my nearly 4 months of absence, I really feel the need to delete the vikings song I posted in august. It concerns me people in japan are reading this. no offense, konichiwa's.
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