So I’ve been conspicuously silent. “Conspicuous?” you’re saying to yourself, “More like LAZY AND WITHOUT JUST CAUSE! Fie upon thee, fickle blogger!”
CONSPICUOUS, I say unto you!
For a REASON! Just cause! Why’s that?
Here’s a hint: I was NAUSEATED FOR SIX WEEKS STRAIGHT. And when I say STRAIGHT, I mean “Able to avoid feeling sick until within 10 minutes of Vee’s arrival home every work day, and then literally spending the evening staring into space, unable to comprehend doing anything as taxing as reading, watching TV, or eating.”
No, seriously, dude, I have never been smacked in the face with such STUPID nausea in my life. Not the morning after 8 red-cup-size servings of champagne at Shannon’s 21st birthday party (DUDE, IT WAS THE WORST HANGOVER IN THE WORLD! Wine hangovers are NOTHING compared to champagne hangovers!). Not when I crowed about avoiding the stomach flu sweeping UIowa the winter of ’03 only to REALIZE I DRUG IT HOME WITH ME FOR CHRISTMAS BREAK and spent the first four days home huddled under blankets in my old twin-size bed, freezing and sweating and vomming.
THIS NAUSEA! How could it be so CONTROLLED?! How could I COMMAND IT TO WAIT FOR VEE’S ARRIVAL yet be unable to COMMAND IT TO STOP?
It took me out of the game. And by “the game,” I mean the Life Game. You sad I wasn’t blogging? You didn’t see me in EVERYDAY LIFE. You think I was emailing ANYONE? You think I was calling ANYONE? You think Kiddo got to go ANYWHERE? Keep in mind this was during the HOLIDAZE. You think I was A GRACIOUS HOST at Thanksgiving or CHRISTMAS? I tried, but Vee had to step up his game and make sure everyone had, you know, enough toilet paper. I was busy spacing out on the couch and accepting pats of congratulations.
CONGRATULATIONS!
Because VEE AND I ARE EXPECTING KIDDOKABIDDO’S LITTLE SIBLING IN JULY!
Boom shaka-laka!
We’ve been telling people we know in real life as we see them, but today we finally got the superstitious good news of A HEARTBEAT!
Newbie was squirming like crazy in there and the little heart was cranking away healthily. And my body has def grown enough to accommodate him/her. HIM/HER. Reason 29 why we will probably find out this kiddo’s sex because I LIKE TO CALL MY CHILD BY NAME. And not IT-ify Newbie.
Come on, moms and dads, tell me about how you didn’t want to find out because “it’s the only true surprise you have in your life.” (direct quote from my mom, who bore us kids during the age when ULTRASOUNDS FOR SEX DID NOT EXIST)
I was once like you. No, I mean REALLY, I WAS ONCE LIKE YOU. I was SO SASSY and RIDICULOUSLY CONFIDENT that I felt SORRY for people who did find out. I was like, “Dude, it is totally like sneaking a look at your Christmas presents ahead of time. RUIN YOUR OWN SURPRISE, but I ain’t peekin!” And then I got pregnant with Kiddo. And I wanted to know who I was talking to.
But ANYWAY! TOTAL DIGRESSION since we’re not even ON THAT for another 6 weeks.
The point is: I’m pregnant. In my second trimester. And no longer nauseated every day. And now YOU know why I’ve been quiet on the blog front.
Friday, January 15, 2010
Thursday, December 10, 2009
Snowed In
SORRY! SORRY! I'm buried under a world of final exams (my busy time at work), holiday prep and post, and, well, literally under snow.
10-12" shut our city down for two straight days. No, really. I went to the post office with the Kid on Monday around noon and I just got back from my first excursion since. Which was to the grocery store.
We got blizzard-blasted with massive gusts of wind. I LOVE YOU, PRAIRIE! No, really, I DO! It was like being on the moon when I looked outside. All around our shed, the wind had blown all of that snow OFF THE GROUND so you could see huge swathes of grass. But our porch?
BOOM! Taller than the Kid!
So we've been hiding out in the house and quietly going insane. It's not like I am out and arout that often, but NOT BEING ABLE TO LEAVE is maddening. Plus Vee was home with us both days, and our moroseness fed each other's discontent. But the Kiddo was DELIGHTED to have Daddy home!
So maybe there is some component of fate working in my life, because our fridge/freezer decided last night to stop, uh, fridging and freezing our food. Which REALLY sucks, because we just got a shipment of Omaha steaks & stuff from Vee's parents. YEE-IKES!
Always resourceful and EVER MINDFUL OF OUR SURROUNDINGS, I stuffed the goods OUTSIDE IN OUR SNOWBANK and our new fridge/freezer is serving us well. Which is a good thing since WE'RE NOT GETTING SOMEONE OUT HERE TO LOOK AT IT UNTIL WEDNESDAY. Like SIX DAYS FROM NOW Wednesday.
I love negative temperatures!
10-12" shut our city down for two straight days. No, really. I went to the post office with the Kid on Monday around noon and I just got back from my first excursion since. Which was to the grocery store.
We got blizzard-blasted with massive gusts of wind. I LOVE YOU, PRAIRIE! No, really, I DO! It was like being on the moon when I looked outside. All around our shed, the wind had blown all of that snow OFF THE GROUND so you could see huge swathes of grass. But our porch?
BOOM! Taller than the Kid!
So we've been hiding out in the house and quietly going insane. It's not like I am out and arout that often, but NOT BEING ABLE TO LEAVE is maddening. Plus Vee was home with us both days, and our moroseness fed each other's discontent. But the Kiddo was DELIGHTED to have Daddy home!
So maybe there is some component of fate working in my life, because our fridge/freezer decided last night to stop, uh, fridging and freezing our food. Which REALLY sucks, because we just got a shipment of Omaha steaks & stuff from Vee's parents. YEE-IKES!
Always resourceful and EVER MINDFUL OF OUR SURROUNDINGS, I stuffed the goods OUTSIDE IN OUR SNOWBANK and our new fridge/freezer is serving us well. Which is a good thing since WE'RE NOT GETTING SOMEONE OUT HERE TO LOOK AT IT UNTIL WEDNESDAY. Like SIX DAYS FROM NOW Wednesday.
I love negative temperatures!
Monday, November 23, 2009
Mooning! Mooning!
(SPOILERS AHEAD!)
Who saw Twilight: New Moon this weekend?
ME!
I went to the new CINEDINE experience in town, which was terribly exciting. Cine! And Dine! The noon showing of New Moon didn't have the option to get regular seating, and since I wasn't really interested in the whole VIP-Reserved section (which is where you can have COCKTAILS) since it was, uh, noon, I opted for the Cinedine seats.
Which were OK, you know. The part that blew my mind the most was the fact that you get ASSIGNED SEATS! Assigned seats! In a movie theater! And I was pretty grateful since I didn't want to have to fend off Twi-teens who were waiting there since last year. But I wound up sitting next to some anyway.
The chow was ok (I tried some SW quesadillas or something, and they were tevs city), but the dude delivering the food SPILLED MY FRIEND'S DRINK ALL OVER and so we missed the whole opening credits/scene since they were apologizing left, right, and center and mopping up that Coke.
But it was fine--it's not like I needed to see the dumb grandma-dream-sequence anyway.
The corniness:
The goodness:
And you should have heard the ladies in the VIP-Reserved section swoon when Jacob took his shirt off to help staunch Bella's blood.
SEVENTEEN OR NOT, Taylor Lautner has GOT IT!
So, I'm not, like, the HUGEST Twilighter in the world, but I enjoyed myself. And I am REALLY anxious for Eclipse now since the whole "Will Edward be with Bella?" thing has been answered, so Rob Pattinson can drop the whole pained-expression-that-constitutes-most-of-his-scenes and just be confident and hot as Edward.
Did you see it? Are you going to see it? DO YOU CARE?
Who saw Twilight: New Moon this weekend?
ME!
I went to the new CINEDINE experience in town, which was terribly exciting. Cine! And Dine! The noon showing of New Moon didn't have the option to get regular seating, and since I wasn't really interested in the whole VIP-Reserved section (which is where you can have COCKTAILS) since it was, uh, noon, I opted for the Cinedine seats.
Which were OK, you know. The part that blew my mind the most was the fact that you get ASSIGNED SEATS! Assigned seats! In a movie theater! And I was pretty grateful since I didn't want to have to fend off Twi-teens who were waiting there since last year. But I wound up sitting next to some anyway.
The chow was ok (I tried some SW quesadillas or something, and they were tevs city), but the dude delivering the food SPILLED MY FRIEND'S DRINK ALL OVER and so we missed the whole opening credits/scene since they were apologizing left, right, and center and mopping up that Coke.
But it was fine--it's not like I needed to see the dumb grandma-dream-sequence anyway.
The corniness:
- Bella + Edward "running through the forest joyfully once Bella gets changed" in Alice's premonition (omFg, the theater broke out laughing because IT WAS SO DUMB!)
- The gratuituous airbrushed-lower-pelvis shot of Edward before he was going to expose his skin to the sunlight (DUDE, for REAL, we all saw you wearing pants and they were NOT SLUNG THAT LOW! I mean, I can appreciate a good mostly-nude-abdomen-shot as much as the next girl, but NOT WHEN IT WAS OBVIOUSLY FAUXED FOR THE SHOCK EFFECT)
- Well, basically every time Kristen Stewart spoke as Bella. I know SHE'S CONFLICTED AND ALL, but I am sooooooooo sick of hearing every.single.sentence split into. Two dramatic halves.
The goodness:
- The fact that Kristen Stewart's "Can I just ask for one thing....kiss me?" eyebrow lift was not as noticeable as it was in the trailers (omG, can I shoot her in the face yet? THE DUMBEST ACTING EVER! And we're stuck with her for 2 more movies!)
- Edward's wardrobe stylist. Good GOD, I LOVE YOU! WHY COULDN'T EVERY 17 YEAR OLD BOY DRESS AS HOT AS EDWARD WHEN I WAS IN HIGH SCHOOL!
- Every time Jacob was on screen. HE IS A GOOD ACTOR, Y'ALL, not just a hot 17-year-old. And I'm not even INTO muscles.
And you should have heard the ladies in the VIP-Reserved section swoon when Jacob took his shirt off to help staunch Bella's blood.
SEVENTEEN OR NOT, Taylor Lautner has GOT IT!
So, I'm not, like, the HUGEST Twilighter in the world, but I enjoyed myself. And I am REALLY anxious for Eclipse now since the whole "Will Edward be with Bella?" thing has been answered, so Rob Pattinson can drop the whole pained-expression-that-constitutes-most-of-his-scenes and just be confident and hot as Edward.
Did you see it? Are you going to see it? DO YOU CARE?
Thursday, November 12, 2009
A Window Into The Future
Thank God I have a Pie Challenge to keep me trudging through these weeks. I brought the pear pie up to MN last weekend and my rentinos, bro, and sister all chowed down on the dankness.
What was up this week?
Vanilla Cream Pie, the simplest thing in the world. Well, flavor-wise. All it is is a bunch of milk, butter, egg yolks, and vanilla. In a ho-made graham cracker crust. With ho-made whipped cream on top.
MMMMMMM.
Vee and I had a piece with dinner last night, and then I had a piece for breakfast today. And a piece for snack. And a piece for dessert.
Hey, it's a 48-hours-til-starts-sucking special, so I had to get INVOLVED because no one wants that going to waste!
In other mwomdom news, we got some new windows installed in our living room. Yeah, yeah, yeah--it's not like we're in an ancient house where the sills leak frost all winter long, or where the sash is stuck to the frame and GOOD LUCK lifting that ancient rope-filled window channel (real things I lived with the first time we lived here).
But it was like this: I couldn't open our windows without fear of The Kid pushing through the screen and going kersplat on the cement patio below. And when we took off the blinds so that the window dudes could begin work, and The Kid almost busted out the indoor screen (why was the screen on the INSIDE of the windows? Who thought that was a good idea?), I knew it was ALL WORTH IT.
Besides, dogs, TAX INCENTIVES! I can't bring home the good times like last year's first-time-homebuyer tax credit, but I can get my piece of the Obama pie and get 30% of my new energy-efficient window costs plopped right back on my tax return!
Why am I not doing a pictorial? Because, in essence, they look exactly the same. Except now I can harness the prairie wind shoving at our west walls in the summer and BRING IT IN!
Also, now I can clean them since they TILT IN AND CAN BE WASHED! By hand! Not by awkwardly spraying them with the hose (minus hose nozzle, of course, because we cheaped out and bought the jank one for $1.49 and of course that shiz broke so I was creating a "spray" by doing the old thumb-over-the-nozzle routine), soaping them up on a stepladder which didn't allow me to reach to the top of the windows, and then try to spray it all down. Wiping them with a towel? Dream on.
I can't wait for spring cleaning time, y'all. I am going to be blastin some V.M. while the wind tunnel dries them naturally!
What was up this week?
Vanilla Cream Pie, the simplest thing in the world. Well, flavor-wise. All it is is a bunch of milk, butter, egg yolks, and vanilla. In a ho-made graham cracker crust. With ho-made whipped cream on top.
MMMMMMM.
Vee and I had a piece with dinner last night, and then I had a piece for breakfast today. And a piece for snack. And a piece for dessert.
Hey, it's a 48-hours-til-starts-sucking special, so I had to get INVOLVED because no one wants that going to waste!
In other mwomdom news, we got some new windows installed in our living room. Yeah, yeah, yeah--it's not like we're in an ancient house where the sills leak frost all winter long, or where the sash is stuck to the frame and GOOD LUCK lifting that ancient rope-filled window channel (real things I lived with the first time we lived here).
But it was like this: I couldn't open our windows without fear of The Kid pushing through the screen and going kersplat on the cement patio below. And when we took off the blinds so that the window dudes could begin work, and The Kid almost busted out the indoor screen (why was the screen on the INSIDE of the windows? Who thought that was a good idea?), I knew it was ALL WORTH IT.
Besides, dogs, TAX INCENTIVES! I can't bring home the good times like last year's first-time-homebuyer tax credit, but I can get my piece of the Obama pie and get 30% of my new energy-efficient window costs plopped right back on my tax return!
Why am I not doing a pictorial? Because, in essence, they look exactly the same. Except now I can harness the prairie wind shoving at our west walls in the summer and BRING IT IN!
Also, now I can clean them since they TILT IN AND CAN BE WASHED! By hand! Not by awkwardly spraying them with the hose (minus hose nozzle, of course, because we cheaped out and bought the jank one for $1.49 and of course that shiz broke so I was creating a "spray" by doing the old thumb-over-the-nozzle routine), soaping them up on a stepladder which didn't allow me to reach to the top of the windows, and then try to spray it all down. Wiping them with a towel? Dream on.
I can't wait for spring cleaning time, y'all. I am going to be blastin some V.M. while the wind tunnel dries them naturally!
Thursday, November 5, 2009
I Love This American Pride
I might have forgotten about blogging, but I didn't forget about MY PIE CHALLENGE! And thanks for all the suggestions, guys--I might try one of those sour cream guys out...WHEN I LOSE MY AVERSION TO SOUR CREAM! No, seriously, I think I can handle it once it's cooked.
So what did I bake this week?
Streusel-Topped Pear Pie with Walnut Crust!
This sucker has been sticky-tagged in my pie book for awhile, and I'd been meaning to get around to making it, but the Nutty Pie Crust always stopped me.
EXCEPT NOW I AM A PIE-CRUST-MAKER AND WAS UNAFRAID!
Seriously, some people might think I am pretty brave for having a baby. Or buying a house. Even though I think neither of those things take "bravery" so much as WILLINGNESS TO DO WITHOUT in order to DO WITH, but I commend myself on my own damn BRAVERY to start making my own pie crust.
My God, in how many posts have I bragged about this miraculous feat yet? I need to shut the hell up--my pioneer forbears on the prairie would have laughed their faces off if I tried to tell them how I am awesome for making my own pie crust. I think DUDES used to know how to make pie crust (well, OBV Ken Haedrich knows, but seriously--like farmplow Laura Ingalls Wilder dad style).
But I'm really anxious to eat this goodie!
In a split post, now--some bloggers might have the style to do two separate posts, but I'm not going to lie to myself and you and make it look like I'm posting more often than I am: TWO THOUGHTS, ONE DAY, I CAN COMBINE THEM TOGETHER--I need to know if you have heard the Toby Keith song "American Ride."
You haven't?
What, is your radio dial not set to US93.3? You don't have one of them old-timey radio-things, you iPodder?
Well, feast your eyes on this ill-capitalized knockoff, because I need you to know these lyrics:
"Lithamus, America's town?" You mean "infamous America's town?" But anyway.
I need you to know them because I am SO disappointed that the song is not called "American PRIDE," which is what I originally thought it was. I was actually INTERESTED in the song when I thought it was about our American Pride, and I was impressed at old Keith for singing so mockingly about the things we have undue and unjustified pride over.
Not the case. American RIDE.
Come ON, TOBY!!! Why did I expect better from the man who lets his id loose during "She's a Hottie?"
So what did I bake this week?
Streusel-Topped Pear Pie with Walnut Crust!
This sucker has been sticky-tagged in my pie book for awhile, and I'd been meaning to get around to making it, but the Nutty Pie Crust always stopped me.
EXCEPT NOW I AM A PIE-CRUST-MAKER AND WAS UNAFRAID!
Seriously, some people might think I am pretty brave for having a baby. Or buying a house. Even though I think neither of those things take "bravery" so much as WILLINGNESS TO DO WITHOUT in order to DO WITH, but I commend myself on my own damn BRAVERY to start making my own pie crust.
My God, in how many posts have I bragged about this miraculous feat yet? I need to shut the hell up--my pioneer forbears on the prairie would have laughed their faces off if I tried to tell them how I am awesome for making my own pie crust. I think DUDES used to know how to make pie crust (well, OBV Ken Haedrich knows, but seriously--like farmplow Laura Ingalls Wilder dad style).
But I'm really anxious to eat this goodie!
In a split post, now--some bloggers might have the style to do two separate posts, but I'm not going to lie to myself and you and make it look like I'm posting more often than I am: TWO THOUGHTS, ONE DAY, I CAN COMBINE THEM TOGETHER--I need to know if you have heard the Toby Keith song "American Ride."
You haven't?
What, is your radio dial not set to US93.3? You don't have one of them old-timey radio-things, you iPodder?
Well, feast your eyes on this ill-capitalized knockoff, because I need you to know these lyrics:
"Lithamus, America's town?" You mean "infamous America's town?" But anyway.
I need you to know them because I am SO disappointed that the song is not called "American PRIDE," which is what I originally thought it was. I was actually INTERESTED in the song when I thought it was about our American Pride, and I was impressed at old Keith for singing so mockingly about the things we have undue and unjustified pride over.
Not the case. American RIDE.
Come ON, TOBY!!! Why did I expect better from the man who lets his id loose during "She's a Hottie?"
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