Been bad about writing. Life is just WAY too crazy right now. Not only is work insane, but I'm trying to exist calmly with all the possessions my husband and I will need for an entire year in ONE TINY BEDROOM (the closet is practically the size of my pinkie nail...so I've done what any normal wife would do, and made my husband find somewhere else to put his clothes. Lucky for him there's another spare bedroom at my parents' with an empty(ish) closet.). Not only that, but now I have been trying to force myself to go to the gym. That H & M trip made me realize I'm getting out of shape. I've lost so much muscle tone, going up stairs makes me out of breath. Well, that really wasn't the reason I've decided I need to go to the gym much more than I have been this past month. The REAL reason is also the big life-changing news: Are you ready?
I'm pregnant!
I'm only about 5.5 weeks into it, and I still haven't been to the doc (My first appt is tomorrow at 8:30 am, and I'll let ya'll know how it goes). But I must share something about this pregnancy: I am PETRIFIED I am going to lose this baby. It wasn't planned (as "unplanned" as a pregnancy can be when you're married and just happened to be too lazy/busy one month to refill your Yasmine prescription, but anyway), but even though I didn't really want-want a baby yet (sometimes I got baby fever, but it always went away), now that I know I'm going to have one, I am SOOO excited...yet terrified at the same time. It's a really strange feeling. So is the sensation of wanting to go to bed at 8:30 pm...this pregnancy thing is just really weird altogether. And so are the things that I freak out about now (Oh no, I forgot to take my prenatal yesterday! Now my baby's going to have Brain Damage!"). Seriously, I've become a freak.
But regardless of my freakiness, Husby and I are thrilled, despite the fact that we don't have our own house yet, but I know it'll all work out. And I know I shouldn't be so worried and negative, but it's just a really scary time for me right now! I mean, now I actually have to start being like a grown up, not to mention start adjusting to the fact that I'm going to have a "post partum" body...
Hmmm, forget all that crap, I just need to start saving for that Petunia Pickle Bottom diaper bag....
Wednesday, November 30, 2005
Friday, November 25, 2005
Fully Recovered
Thanks to you gals for your sweet comments. I am grateful for all your prayers and encouragement! Things are looking up, thanks to you all, H&M, Thanksgiving, my best friend Robin, Jeff and our counselor (I agree with Ashlie, therapy is SO the new black).
So H &M...Where do I start? I had no idea what to expect when I got there, but now I realize it is the Ikea of clothing stores. I heard it was even Swedish. And they have everything there, from old woman-looking clothes to lingerie to bright green velvet jackets...for men. Think Emerald City. It was everything I imagined it to be, and better. But by the end of the day, I truly felt as if I'd been through hell and back.
So, I live about 30-45 minutes away from San Francisco. But this day, apparently the cards were against us. It took us 2 hours to get there (Clue #1). By the end of hour one, I am so ancy that I'm rocking back in forth in my seat and wriggling around like a little fish, yelling at every person in front of us to get out of the way. Finally we park (having to valet because parking is full--Clue #2) then we head towards the store. AM SO STUPID! There was a FREAKING LINE 3 blocks down and around the corner. Did I actually think it wasn't going to be crazy? Like I was the only person who had heard of the opening?? Robin and I look at each other with the same expression: No way. I have too much pride to stand in line for that long. Very, very bitter with heads hanging low (and pride hanging high), we decide to head over to the other stores we love that only the city has: Urban Outfitters, Gap GRANDE (4 levels!) and Anthropologie. But nothing was as big and as exciting and as cheap as...you know, the storethatnotbenamed. Everywhere we went, there were people carrying these white bags with letters written all big in sloppy red ink. It was painful to see their smiling faces, almost like they were smirking at us. Those stupid cheery expressions that only getting a really hot pair of pants for 25 bucks can give you. 2 hours later and feeling really let down by this point, we decide to head over to our old standby, Nordstrom. We head to the Mac counter, and see two ladies perusing over some lip-glass with those SAME dang bags at their feet. So I just ask, "Excuse me, how long did you have to wait in line?"
"15 minutes," they answer.
"I'm sorry, did you say fif-ty?"
"No, fif-teen".
"You mean a 1 with a five after it?"
They both look at me very annoyed, "Yes. FifteeeeNNN"
So of course, we dash out (of course not before buying my favorite shadow, satin taupe) and head to Post St, wait in line for less than 5 minutes, and then... We're In! Forget the fact that I was just herded in here like cattle, I can't breathe because the body heat is stifling, and I see piles of clothes on tables that have been rumaged through by like 80,000 people already that day. Seriously, who cares! I'm IN!
And then it hit me: The panic. The panic that there is probably hardly anything left in my size, and I am in a RACE to find something I like before anyone else gets it first. "Quick, Robin! Over here! Look at this sweater! Oh, what's that she's holding over there? Let's go over there! Hold onto me so we don't get separated!"
Finally with arms heavily laden with waaayyy too many clothes, we head to the dressing room.
The line was 45 minutes LONG.
Exhaustion and fatigue begin to set in as Robin and I stand there in line, nearly ready to pass out from the fact that it's seriously 90 degrees in there. As we stand there, sweating and attempting to fan ourselves with the tags on the clothes in our arms, I decide I can't take it.
So I sit.
On the floor.
Pride from earlier? Gone.
The 20/20 I saw the other day on germs that taught me they're ALL OVER floors? Trying not to think about it.
To top it off, about half way through the line, as I'm sitting there, scooching along on my butt as the line moves (Yes, I was the only one on the floor), I get a very frightening feeling. The feeling every female knows: CRAP. I think I just got my "monthly visitor". After all this pain and effort to get to this point, there is NO WAY I'm gonna leave this line.
I will not. be. deterred. No obstacle will keep me from my goal. Trying the sly "crotch check" every once in a while (I'm sorry, I really am not intending to be crass), Robin and I get into a room. Fortunately, the "visitor" decided to not come like I had thought, AND, I found 1 pair of pants and 2 shirts that cost me less than 60 whole dollars! And Robin? She found nothing, except a silk flower to pin on her coat that cost 3 bucks. Poor thing.
However, she is still determined, so we will be returning to the "storethatnotbenamed" in a couple weeks. In the peak of the Holiday Season. Any prayers and well wishes will be greatly appreciated.
Stay tuned for a HUGE, life changing bit of news that I will be sharing very soon!!!
So H &M...Where do I start? I had no idea what to expect when I got there, but now I realize it is the Ikea of clothing stores. I heard it was even Swedish. And they have everything there, from old woman-looking clothes to lingerie to bright green velvet jackets...for men. Think Emerald City. It was everything I imagined it to be, and better. But by the end of the day, I truly felt as if I'd been through hell and back.
So, I live about 30-45 minutes away from San Francisco. But this day, apparently the cards were against us. It took us 2 hours to get there (Clue #1). By the end of hour one, I am so ancy that I'm rocking back in forth in my seat and wriggling around like a little fish, yelling at every person in front of us to get out of the way. Finally we park (having to valet because parking is full--Clue #2) then we head towards the store. AM SO STUPID! There was a FREAKING LINE 3 blocks down and around the corner. Did I actually think it wasn't going to be crazy? Like I was the only person who had heard of the opening?? Robin and I look at each other with the same expression: No way. I have too much pride to stand in line for that long. Very, very bitter with heads hanging low (and pride hanging high), we decide to head over to the other stores we love that only the city has: Urban Outfitters, Gap GRANDE (4 levels!) and Anthropologie. But nothing was as big and as exciting and as cheap as...you know, the storethatnotbenamed. Everywhere we went, there were people carrying these white bags with letters written all big in sloppy red ink. It was painful to see their smiling faces, almost like they were smirking at us. Those stupid cheery expressions that only getting a really hot pair of pants for 25 bucks can give you. 2 hours later and feeling really let down by this point, we decide to head over to our old standby, Nordstrom. We head to the Mac counter, and see two ladies perusing over some lip-glass with those SAME dang bags at their feet. So I just ask, "Excuse me, how long did you have to wait in line?"
"15 minutes," they answer.
"I'm sorry, did you say fif-ty?"
"No, fif-teen".
"You mean a 1 with a five after it?"
They both look at me very annoyed, "Yes. FifteeeeNNN"
So of course, we dash out (of course not before buying my favorite shadow, satin taupe) and head to Post St, wait in line for less than 5 minutes, and then... We're In! Forget the fact that I was just herded in here like cattle, I can't breathe because the body heat is stifling, and I see piles of clothes on tables that have been rumaged through by like 80,000 people already that day. Seriously, who cares! I'm IN!
And then it hit me: The panic. The panic that there is probably hardly anything left in my size, and I am in a RACE to find something I like before anyone else gets it first. "Quick, Robin! Over here! Look at this sweater! Oh, what's that she's holding over there? Let's go over there! Hold onto me so we don't get separated!"
Finally with arms heavily laden with waaayyy too many clothes, we head to the dressing room.
The line was 45 minutes LONG.
Exhaustion and fatigue begin to set in as Robin and I stand there in line, nearly ready to pass out from the fact that it's seriously 90 degrees in there. As we stand there, sweating and attempting to fan ourselves with the tags on the clothes in our arms, I decide I can't take it.
So I sit.
On the floor.
Pride from earlier? Gone.
The 20/20 I saw the other day on germs that taught me they're ALL OVER floors? Trying not to think about it.
To top it off, about half way through the line, as I'm sitting there, scooching along on my butt as the line moves (Yes, I was the only one on the floor), I get a very frightening feeling. The feeling every female knows: CRAP. I think I just got my "monthly visitor". After all this pain and effort to get to this point, there is NO WAY I'm gonna leave this line.
I will not. be. deterred. No obstacle will keep me from my goal. Trying the sly "crotch check" every once in a while (I'm sorry, I really am not intending to be crass), Robin and I get into a room. Fortunately, the "visitor" decided to not come like I had thought, AND, I found 1 pair of pants and 2 shirts that cost me less than 60 whole dollars! And Robin? She found nothing, except a silk flower to pin on her coat that cost 3 bucks. Poor thing.
However, she is still determined, so we will be returning to the "storethatnotbenamed" in a couple weeks. In the peak of the Holiday Season. Any prayers and well wishes will be greatly appreciated.
Stay tuned for a HUGE, life changing bit of news that I will be sharing very soon!!!
Friday, November 18, 2005
Life? Not so much fun right now.
But I'm determined to make the best of it. My plan: to distract myself completely by posting a blog.
Looking forward to the San Francisco Grand Opening of H & M this coming Saturday (not that I have much money to spend there, but getting into the city and not having to THINK about things I don't want to think about will help). Another nice thing is that I have most of next week off, and so does Husby. So we actually have not just one whole day together for the first time since the middle of September, but FOUR whole days. Yeah, I did say since September. He works Fri thru Tuesday, I work Monday through Friday. You see a problem there? Thought so.
I feel like my life is one long Bjork song. Seriously. It's going in like 18 different directions at once and just plain wack.
So since I'm feeling so blue, I've wasted half an hour making a depressing Playlist on my iTunes. It's title is quite original: "Listen When Sad". To end this empty, depressing and downright boring post, I've decided to share some of the songs with you(don't worry, no Bjork, she freaks the living crap out of me too). I'm actually pretty proud of this soundtrack for a really sad day...it almost makes me hope things won't get better. Well, not really, but it's almost that good.
Just Another (Pete Yorn)
Come Pick Me Up (Ryan Adams)
Givin' Up On You (Laura Fabian, Dawson's Creek Soundtrack)
Home (Michael Bubale)
Closer To You (Wallflowers)
Though It Wouldn't Be This Way (Leann Rimes)
Missing You (Jem)
As I'm Leaving (David Gray)
The Scientist (Coldplay)
Square One (Tom Petty)
Same In Any Language (I Nine)
Hard Times (Eastmountainsouth)
Strong Enough To Be My Man (Sheryl Crow)
Break Down Here (Julie Roberts)
World On Fire (Sarah McLachlan)
Looking forward to the San Francisco Grand Opening of H & M this coming Saturday (not that I have much money to spend there, but getting into the city and not having to THINK about things I don't want to think about will help). Another nice thing is that I have most of next week off, and so does Husby. So we actually have not just one whole day together for the first time since the middle of September, but FOUR whole days. Yeah, I did say since September. He works Fri thru Tuesday, I work Monday through Friday. You see a problem there? Thought so.
I feel like my life is one long Bjork song. Seriously. It's going in like 18 different directions at once and just plain wack.
So since I'm feeling so blue, I've wasted half an hour making a depressing Playlist on my iTunes. It's title is quite original: "Listen When Sad". To end this empty, depressing and downright boring post, I've decided to share some of the songs with you(don't worry, no Bjork, she freaks the living crap out of me too). I'm actually pretty proud of this soundtrack for a really sad day...it almost makes me hope things won't get better. Well, not really, but it's almost that good.
Just Another (Pete Yorn)
Come Pick Me Up (Ryan Adams)
Givin' Up On You (Laura Fabian, Dawson's Creek Soundtrack)
Home (Michael Bubale)
Closer To You (Wallflowers)
Though It Wouldn't Be This Way (Leann Rimes)
Missing You (Jem)
As I'm Leaving (David Gray)
The Scientist (Coldplay)
Square One (Tom Petty)
Same In Any Language (I Nine)
Hard Times (Eastmountainsouth)
Strong Enough To Be My Man (Sheryl Crow)
Break Down Here (Julie Roberts)
World On Fire (Sarah McLachlan)
Tuesday, November 15, 2005
New Clothes on the Horizon!!
Just talked to Robin, BFF.
Lamented over subject of last post.
Conversation went like this:
Me: "I am so tired of my clothes. I've been wearing the same type of outfit over and over."
Robin: "You won't be after this weekend"
Me: "What are you talking ab---Oh! H & M!"
Robin: "Aren't we still going to the grand opening in San Francisco on Saturday?"
Me: drops phone and does a little jig in the office while yelling "YAAAYYY" and other gleeful exclamations.
Silly, forgetful little me!
Lamented over subject of last post.
Conversation went like this:
Me: "I am so tired of my clothes. I've been wearing the same type of outfit over and over."
Robin: "You won't be after this weekend"
Me: "What are you talking ab---Oh! H & M!"
Robin: "Aren't we still going to the grand opening in San Francisco on Saturday?"
Me: drops phone and does a little jig in the office while yelling "YAAAYYY" and other gleeful exclamations.
Silly, forgetful little me!
CLOTHES RUT.
I am so tired of wearing the same type of outfit OVER and OVER and OVER: Jeans (usually the same ones, my favorite torn Sevens because I'm one of those people who wear 10% of their clothes 90% of the time), a tank top and flip flops. Or this and flip flops. I want to wear something like this picture to the right. But I can't for two reasons: 1) I don't have the money to go out and buy it (Because I DARNWELLWOULD if I had the cash. Whether I want a new car or not.) And 2) The temperature is in THE SEVENTIES today. Did ya realize, Mr. Sun, that it is the middle of November? Which means you need to start moving farther away from the earth? I can't have a warm Thanksgiving! I want to wear Sweaters! And boots! Tall warn in brown leather boots! And a gorgeous tailored cashmere coat!Ugh. I am so. tired. of. my. clothes.
Friday, November 11, 2005
Where did the word Meme come from?
5 Things
10 years ago - I was in high school (a Junior), was # 36 on the Varsity Volleyball team, which was a number I chose because the guy I had a crush on had the same number for football. And I actually thought he didn't notice!
8 years ago - I was a freshman in college, going to a local JC and working my first job in a Mexican restaurant (YUMMY!--Oh, and I subsequently gained 10 pounds thanks to their BBQ Chicken Burrito). Also learned how to snowboard and spent pretty much my entire income from the restaurant on trips to Lake Tahoe--love that place.
4-7 years ago - Living in Los Angeles where I went to college. Had more FUN than ever in my whole life up to that point. It was like camp, 24/7. Also had my heart broken for the first time.
2 years ago - Was living in Huntington Beach and teaching high school PE. Just the summer before, ran into Husby (Jeff) who had been a childhood friend (since age 8--we used to play fort and ride bikes together every day after school. Our parents still live 3 houses down from eachother) and sparks flew (got engaged 5 months later)!
Now- Just had our 1 year anniversary, working for an Advertising Agency and living w/my parents to save up for a house.
Five yummy things:
1) Sushi and a Sapporo
2) Mango MOCHI ice cream (Try it! You can get it at Trader Joe's)
3) Magic Cookie Bars
4) Starbucks Verona coffee with cream and a Fudge Graham Zone Bar
5) Blue cheese & garlic chips from Pyramid Brewery
Five songs I know by heart:
1) I Want You (Bob Dylan)
2) Zombie Zoo (Tom Petty)
3) Up Town Girl (Billie Joel)
4) The entire Grease soundtrack
5) The entire Little Mermaid soundtrack
Five things I would do with a lot of money:
OOOh, this one's fun! Hope it's okay that I'm translating "a lot" to "unlimited"
1) Buy a Villa on Lake Como, Italy with a view like this.
2) Buy a jet w/pilot to take me and Jeff from Lake Como to the U.S. whenever we want.
3) Buy Nordstrom (with unlimited rights to all the clothes/makeup/shoes/bags in stock)
4) Spoil all my family and friends
5) Start Christian schools in poor African and Asian countries.
Five places I would to escape to:
1) Manhattan--lovelovelove it there!
2) Prince Edward Island (where Anne of Green Gables was filmed)
3) Highlands Inn, Carmel (where we got married...SO gorgeous!)
4) Switzerland (the Alps!)
5) A yacht in Italy (think "The Talented Mr. Ripley")
Five things I would never wear:
1) Leggings with a baggy sweatshirt
2) Just a sports bra with spandex shorts to the gym
3) Anything Cher or Beyonce Knowles would wear
4) A leather jacket any color other than black or brown
5) High Tops
Five favorite TV shows:
1) Grey's Anatomy
2) CSI
3) Sex and the City
4) Hannity and Combs on Fox News
5) Talk Soup
Five things I enjoy doing:
1) Sleeping in with Jeff then going to Starbucks together
2) Playing card games and scrabble with my sisters and mom
3) Hanging out/water skiing/tubing at my family's lake house
4) Decorating our Christmas tree with a cup of "Adult Hot Chocolate" and christmas music in the background
5) Playing the piano
Five Favorite toys:
1) iPod/iTunes
2) The Infiniti G35 we're buying next month (does that count??)
3) My two kitties Gracie and Cali
4) The Internet (new-found-fun w/my blogs!)
5) Jeff (I hate to be unoriginal but it's true)
Five people who get this meme:
This is hard, as I don't know of ANYONE on here yet who hasn't already been Memed (How sad!). Give me more time and I will. Here's sweet Janet who helped me earlier today.
1) Janet
10 years ago - I was in high school (a Junior), was # 36 on the Varsity Volleyball team, which was a number I chose because the guy I had a crush on had the same number for football. And I actually thought he didn't notice!
8 years ago - I was a freshman in college, going to a local JC and working my first job in a Mexican restaurant (YUMMY!--Oh, and I subsequently gained 10 pounds thanks to their BBQ Chicken Burrito). Also learned how to snowboard and spent pretty much my entire income from the restaurant on trips to Lake Tahoe--love that place.
4-7 years ago - Living in Los Angeles where I went to college. Had more FUN than ever in my whole life up to that point. It was like camp, 24/7. Also had my heart broken for the first time.
2 years ago - Was living in Huntington Beach and teaching high school PE. Just the summer before, ran into Husby (Jeff) who had been a childhood friend (since age 8--we used to play fort and ride bikes together every day after school. Our parents still live 3 houses down from eachother) and sparks flew (got engaged 5 months later)!
Now- Just had our 1 year anniversary, working for an Advertising Agency and living w/my parents to save up for a house.
Five yummy things:
1) Sushi and a Sapporo
2) Mango MOCHI ice cream (Try it! You can get it at Trader Joe's)
3) Magic Cookie Bars
4) Starbucks Verona coffee with cream and a Fudge Graham Zone Bar
5) Blue cheese & garlic chips from Pyramid Brewery
Five songs I know by heart:
1) I Want You (Bob Dylan)
2) Zombie Zoo (Tom Petty)
3) Up Town Girl (Billie Joel)
4) The entire Grease soundtrack
5) The entire Little Mermaid soundtrack
Five things I would do with a lot of money:
OOOh, this one's fun! Hope it's okay that I'm translating "a lot" to "unlimited"
1) Buy a Villa on Lake Como, Italy with a view like this.
2) Buy a jet w/pilot to take me and Jeff from Lake Como to the U.S. whenever we want.
3) Buy Nordstrom (with unlimited rights to all the clothes/makeup/shoes/bags in stock)
4) Spoil all my family and friends
5) Start Christian schools in poor African and Asian countries.
Five places I would to escape to:
1) Manhattan--lovelovelove it there!
2) Prince Edward Island (where Anne of Green Gables was filmed)
3) Highlands Inn, Carmel (where we got married...SO gorgeous!)
4) Switzerland (the Alps!)
5) A yacht in Italy (think "The Talented Mr. Ripley")
Five things I would never wear:
1) Leggings with a baggy sweatshirt
2) Just a sports bra with spandex shorts to the gym
3) Anything Cher or Beyonce Knowles would wear
4) A leather jacket any color other than black or brown
5) High Tops
Five favorite TV shows:
1) Grey's Anatomy
2) CSI
3) Sex and the City
4) Hannity and Combs on Fox News
5) Talk Soup
Five things I enjoy doing:
1) Sleeping in with Jeff then going to Starbucks together
2) Playing card games and scrabble with my sisters and mom
3) Hanging out/water skiing/tubing at my family's lake house
4) Decorating our Christmas tree with a cup of "Adult Hot Chocolate" and christmas music in the background
5) Playing the piano
Five Favorite toys:
1) iPod/iTunes
2) The Infiniti G35 we're buying next month (does that count??)
3) My two kitties Gracie and Cali
4) The Internet (new-found-fun w/my blogs!)
5) Jeff (I hate to be unoriginal but it's true)
Five people who get this meme:
This is hard, as I don't know of ANYONE on here yet who hasn't already been Memed (How sad!). Give me more time and I will. Here's sweet Janet who helped me earlier today.
1) Janet
Thursday, November 10, 2005
Why is my profile at the bottom of the page?
Can't.
Fix.
It.
I've.
Refreshed.
This.
Page.
8.
Million.
Times.
What.
The.
Heck.
Fix.
It.
I've.
Refreshed.
This.
Page.
8.
Million.
Times.
What.
The.
Heck.
Sushi, anyone?
Do you remember the beginning of the movie "Home Alone"? You know, the part where the house is chaotic because there are like 27 kids running around and everyone's trying to pack for France? Well I swear I was in that scene last night. Minus the trip to France, unfortunately.
I have two sisters who are both married with kids. There are five children total, and they range in age from 11 months to 10 years. We all decided to have dinner at my parents' house, but no one wanted to cook. So? We sent Dad to Taco Bell. 45 minutes and about 50 bucks later (which, mind you, is very difficult to do at TB), the food finally arrived, and we all gathered around the dining room table. That comfortably seats 6 adults.
There were 8 adults and 5 children. At one table.
We said Grace twice because the 8 and 4 year old will brawl over who gets to pray.
In no time at all, complete chaos ensues.
Shredded lettuce manages to be EVERYWHERE.
Someone steps on a packet of Mild Sauce, spraying it all over the wall.
The 10 and 8 year olds decide to sing us the Christmas play song they learned in Choir that day.
Mom #1 tells the kids to stop pounding the bottles of sparkling apple cider, pretending it's beer.
11 month old baby knocks over Mom #2's water.
And the 3 year old, whom I'm sharing a seat with, manages to spill his Pintos 'n Cheese on my lap.
Dear Merciful Father in Heaven, please take the ovaries from my body.
Then I feel someone looking at me. I look up from my bean-caked $200 jeans at Husby. He's sitting rigidly still, his eyes wide, starring at me in almost...fear, I think...with an expression that says "Ihavetogetoutofhereweareneverhavingkids-doyouthinkitstoolatetogooutforsushi-ow-someonejustelbowedmeintheeye".
What are we doing for Thanksgiving dinner again?
I have two sisters who are both married with kids. There are five children total, and they range in age from 11 months to 10 years. We all decided to have dinner at my parents' house, but no one wanted to cook. So? We sent Dad to Taco Bell. 45 minutes and about 50 bucks later (which, mind you, is very difficult to do at TB), the food finally arrived, and we all gathered around the dining room table. That comfortably seats 6 adults.
There were 8 adults and 5 children. At one table.
We said Grace twice because the 8 and 4 year old will brawl over who gets to pray.
In no time at all, complete chaos ensues.
Shredded lettuce manages to be EVERYWHERE.
Someone steps on a packet of Mild Sauce, spraying it all over the wall.
The 10 and 8 year olds decide to sing us the Christmas play song they learned in Choir that day.
Mom #1 tells the kids to stop pounding the bottles of sparkling apple cider, pretending it's beer.
11 month old baby knocks over Mom #2's water.
And the 3 year old, whom I'm sharing a seat with, manages to spill his Pintos 'n Cheese on my lap.
Dear Merciful Father in Heaven, please take the ovaries from my body.
Then I feel someone looking at me. I look up from my bean-caked $200 jeans at Husby. He's sitting rigidly still, his eyes wide, starring at me in almost...fear, I think...with an expression that says "Ihavetogetoutofhereweareneverhavingkids-doyouthinkitstoolatetogooutforsushi-ow-someonejustelbowedmeintheeye".
What are we doing for Thanksgiving dinner again?
Wednesday, November 09, 2005
Me = Big Nerd.
I am such a dork. So last night? I went to a local microbrewery downtown with several friends, minus Husby, who was working overtime. Please know, the bar scene isn't my thing. But this... *sigh* this was no Hang-Out-And-Do-Nothing-But-Talk-And-Drink kind of night. Oh, no.
This was Trivia Night, BABY!
Now this was my first time at Trivia Night (I swear), and it was SO MUCH FUN! And that's not the beer talking, because I didn't have very much. Being as competitive as I am when it comes to board games and the like, I had to keep my head clear of the buzz-fuzz. And please don't get the wrong idea here, I take that precaution not because I'm good. I am so. not. good. at. trivia. I think I contributed a total of three answers (out of 70) to my team, all of which I can still remember: Morgan Fairchild, The Wall by Pink Floyd, and Pasteurization.
And my team got slaughtered. Silly us, thinking it was just an opportunity to have fun. There is a whole world out there of Trivia Buffs. I have to say I was getting a little flustered at the other teams and their unrealistically vast and ultra-annoying trivia knowledge. You know, the guys who probably come every week, and know answers to the most retarded questions, like "For what purpose is trinitoluene most commonly used?"
WTF??
We're so gonna kick their asses next week.
Tuesday, November 08, 2005
Step 1 Toward Home Ownership: Have Money.
So my husband and I are no longer renting our spacious 1 million dollar home. When I say "1 million dollar home", here in the San Francisco East Bay, that means "Fixer Upper", or as the Real Estate agents like to put it, "Contractor's Special". You might ask, "Ann and Husby, WHY would you give up a spacious 3 bedroom home where deer and bunny rabbits would graze on the fruit of the trees in 'your' backyard, and you could have house guests and fun parties, and EVERYONE you know over at the same time, because you had lots and lots of space?" Well, we moved out because we have decided we would like to join the kajillions of people scrambling to buy homes at twice the price they're worth for half the space, and become house poor. Yes, we want to own our OWN Fixer Upper/Piece of Crap/Contractor's Special! So in order to save enough cash to make this possible, we have moved... into my parents' home.
Now before you start laughing or cursing at our stupidity (depending on what type of person you are) , let me tell you a few of the great things resulting from this decision (there are a few not-so-great things, but today we're focusing on the POSITIVES):
1) FREE FOOD. But only on one unfortunate stipulation: that I cook. The good thing about this is that I get a "training period", where my mom cooks all her yummy stews and roasts and chowders while I watch. Can't complain about that. Plus, when I start cooking on my own, I'm gonna be so Martha Stewarty (insert your own ankle bracelet joke here) that my husband might actually keep me.
2) COSTCO TRIPS. I can't tell you how many times I have been to this bulk-sized Mecca since we've moved in. Okay, actually, I can: 6 times. Now, six might not seem like such a large number until YOU REALIZE THAT WE'VE BEEN LIVING THERE ONLY 3 WEEKS. My mother has a certain obsession with the place. But ya know what? I'm not going to complain. Because A: I'm not paying for anything; B: their rotisserie chickens are so dang good; and C: One word. SAMPLES. If you've ever been there, no more needs to be said.
3) ORGANIZING. I love to organize and throw stuff away. A lot. In a "I think I missed my calling to have my own HGTV show" kind of way. And my mom has told me to feel free to clean my little heart away, which I happily do because it helps me feel like less of a Mooch. However, my parents, bless their hearts, are part of the generation that was raised by the generation that went through the Depression. Meaning: they were taught to keep EVERYTHING (my grandparents actually keep-and use-the same paper napkin throughout the entire day, for breakfast, lunch and dinner. No, I'm not exaggerating). So when I say my parents keep everything, I mean that 19 year-old Get Well card from my mom's cousin when she had the flu, or the half-melted candle that shouldn’t be thrown out “just in case the power goes out”. This has not only given me enough work to do for the next 38 weekends, but it also leads to my next positive aspect of living with Pam and Lee:
4) CHARITY. I have sent Lee to Good Will 4 times in the last few weeks with a full truck bed. And these aren’t just some pansy trips with some wimpy Ford Ranger bed-full, I’m talkin’ Ford F-250 extended-bed-with-camper-shell-so-there’s-even-vertical-room-for-junk, bed-full. It feels so good to help the needy.
5) DEBT FREEDOM. In 1 month, we'll have paid off our credit cards, and in 3 months, my student loans should be P-A-I-D. Can I get a woop woop?
6) FEELING LIKE KIDS AGAIN. But even better: kids with no curfew, our own cars, no acne, and the freedom to be sexually active (with each other, of course).
Ahhh, yes, life is good in the McCleary/Silva crib. Now I'm gonna go clean out a closet somewhere.
Now before you start laughing or cursing at our stupidity (depending on what type of person you are) , let me tell you a few of the great things resulting from this decision (there are a few not-so-great things, but today we're focusing on the POSITIVES):
1) FREE FOOD. But only on one unfortunate stipulation: that I cook. The good thing about this is that I get a "training period", where my mom cooks all her yummy stews and roasts and chowders while I watch. Can't complain about that. Plus, when I start cooking on my own, I'm gonna be so Martha Stewarty (insert your own ankle bracelet joke here) that my husband might actually keep me.
2) COSTCO TRIPS. I can't tell you how many times I have been to this bulk-sized Mecca since we've moved in. Okay, actually, I can: 6 times. Now, six might not seem like such a large number until YOU REALIZE THAT WE'VE BEEN LIVING THERE ONLY 3 WEEKS. My mother has a certain obsession with the place. But ya know what? I'm not going to complain. Because A: I'm not paying for anything; B: their rotisserie chickens are so dang good; and C: One word. SAMPLES. If you've ever been there, no more needs to be said.
3) ORGANIZING. I love to organize and throw stuff away. A lot. In a "I think I missed my calling to have my own HGTV show" kind of way. And my mom has told me to feel free to clean my little heart away, which I happily do because it helps me feel like less of a Mooch. However, my parents, bless their hearts, are part of the generation that was raised by the generation that went through the Depression. Meaning: they were taught to keep EVERYTHING (my grandparents actually keep-and use-the same paper napkin throughout the entire day, for breakfast, lunch and dinner. No, I'm not exaggerating). So when I say my parents keep everything, I mean that 19 year-old Get Well card from my mom's cousin when she had the flu, or the half-melted candle that shouldn’t be thrown out “just in case the power goes out”. This has not only given me enough work to do for the next 38 weekends, but it also leads to my next positive aspect of living with Pam and Lee:
4) CHARITY. I have sent Lee to Good Will 4 times in the last few weeks with a full truck bed. And these aren’t just some pansy trips with some wimpy Ford Ranger bed-full, I’m talkin’ Ford F-250 extended-bed-with-camper-shell-so-there’s-even-vertical-room-for-junk, bed-full. It feels so good to help the needy.
5) DEBT FREEDOM. In 1 month, we'll have paid off our credit cards, and in 3 months, my student loans should be P-A-I-D. Can I get a woop woop?
6) FEELING LIKE KIDS AGAIN. But even better: kids with no curfew, our own cars, no acne, and the freedom to be sexually active (with each other, of course).
Ahhh, yes, life is good in the McCleary/Silva crib. Now I'm gonna go clean out a closet somewhere.
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