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.
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.
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