Fall TV is starting back up again, hooray! Last year I boycotted Dancing with the Stars, because Master P was such a waste of space but never getting voted off and it was annoying the living crap out of me, but this year I'll try to watch it again. It doesn't make it easy for me though because... two hours?? The first ep was 2 hours long. I was really bored of it by the end, but waiting just to see Jerry Springer (who was not as bad as I thought he would be). And then the following results show, which was only an hour, was half filled with crap and Tom Jones. Lucky for me I DVR'd it, so I didn't have to watch all of that. Unsurprisingly, Tucker Carlson was voted off. I don't watch his show or anything, so I really had no previous impression of him other than BOW TIE. Actually, he is sort of hilarious. And a terrible, terrible dancer. Its too bad, really.
A question for Annie:
Pediatrician in Durham: Who do you go to? Thats my next baby-preparedness job, and I only know two other Durhamites w/ recent babies, and they both go to the same place. Comment or email, Adrienne has my email addy. Thanks!
Thursday, September 14, 2006
Monday, September 11, 2006
Baby-readiness and the rest of the weekend
This weekend I got a little obsessed with baby-readiness. We had decided not to set the alarm for Saturday morning because neither of us needed to go to work, so I was excited about sleeping in. However, the cats and my bladder were not as excited about this, so I ended up waking up just before 7am anyhow. Bugger. I snuck out of bed and went down to the piano room, where we've been storing all of the baby stuff. I decided that I needed to assemble everything. Partially because I wanted to make sure things hadn't gotten damaged in shipping (Babies R Us is pretty sucky at shipping - nearly EVERY BOX we've recieved has been partially open when we got it because it wasn't taped very well to start with), partially because some of the things would take up less room assembled and folded up than they would in their boxes, and partially because I've been overcome by this sense of impending doom about entering the third trimester and not getting everything done in time for the baby. So I unpacked a bunch of stuff and put together the high chair (not like we're going to need that for a while, but it folds up pretty compactly). Brian came down about an hour and a half later and helped me by assembling the stroller and the pack-and-play. Everything was in good shape, thankfully, and if we have a baby tomorrow, it will have somewhere to sleep (the pack-and-play doubles as a bassinet), a car seat, and a stroller.
Later that afternoon I went to visit my friend from work who just had her baby. She told me her labor story, emphasizing the fact that she lived through it, so I feel a bit better. Well, until we get to prepared birth classes anyhow. I remember she freaked out a little bit after those. Actually though, she said she used some of the techniques from that to help her out before she got her epidural (her labor was going pretty slowly, so it was a while) and that they actually worked. She also said that once she got the epidural it was like she returned to earth without having even realized that she had been completely out of it, on the planet of pain.
Yesterday I spent the morning editing Brian's grant application. I'm weird, and I like editing. Don't think that means you should send me all of your draft manuscripts. You should at least read my last two papers and see if you hate them. Seriously, if science doesn't work out for me, and my second career choice of 'Britney Spears, but less trashy' doesn't either, then I will become an editor. And someone who makes figures and slides for other peoples talks. I like doing that too. Then I realized that I had left another baby-readiness issue untended to: selection of nursery paint color. So I busted out all of the paint chips and picked one. Phew.
Then Brian and I watched a movie I hadn't seen since high school, Harold and Maude. I had forgotten a lot about it but it was coming back to me while I watched it. Its such a strange, funny movie - in a very black way. My favorite part is when Harold pretends to set himself on fire in front of his blind date. When his mother gives him a Jaguar XKE, he paints it black and turns it into a hearse. Brian and I both noted that my dad would have been having a heart attack if he had seen that. Although, I liked it better after he painted it black (my dad's is black too). It was gray at first, and I wasn't a fan.
This morning Brian woke up very tired because he was nervous about teaching his first class of the year, which was suppossed to be at 8:45 this morning. He went into work pretty early and called me to tell me that he didn't have class after all because there had been a fire in the building the class was in. Hm! It was unclear how bad the fire was, but he walked down and looked at the building and it doesn't seem as if it was too bad. Still, its a research building so there are lots of labs there, and I'm sure that the fire will cause huge problems for them. Problems maybe worse than shipping your entire mouse colony out to North Carolina and having the guys at the airport open the shipping crates, let some of the mice escape, round the rest back up and put them randomly in the shipping crates so that you can no longer tell who is who, exposing them to whatever so that they have to spend the next three months in quarantine, after which point they're too old to breed, so you lose the mutation you'd been trying to identify, thus screwing up your last four years of thesis research. Wow. I'm still bitter about that!
Later that afternoon I went to visit my friend from work who just had her baby. She told me her labor story, emphasizing the fact that she lived through it, so I feel a bit better. Well, until we get to prepared birth classes anyhow. I remember she freaked out a little bit after those. Actually though, she said she used some of the techniques from that to help her out before she got her epidural (her labor was going pretty slowly, so it was a while) and that they actually worked. She also said that once she got the epidural it was like she returned to earth without having even realized that she had been completely out of it, on the planet of pain.
Yesterday I spent the morning editing Brian's grant application. I'm weird, and I like editing. Don't think that means you should send me all of your draft manuscripts. You should at least read my last two papers and see if you hate them. Seriously, if science doesn't work out for me, and my second career choice of 'Britney Spears, but less trashy' doesn't either, then I will become an editor. And someone who makes figures and slides for other peoples talks. I like doing that too. Then I realized that I had left another baby-readiness issue untended to: selection of nursery paint color. So I busted out all of the paint chips and picked one. Phew.
Then Brian and I watched a movie I hadn't seen since high school, Harold and Maude. I had forgotten a lot about it but it was coming back to me while I watched it. Its such a strange, funny movie - in a very black way. My favorite part is when Harold pretends to set himself on fire in front of his blind date. When his mother gives him a Jaguar XKE, he paints it black and turns it into a hearse. Brian and I both noted that my dad would have been having a heart attack if he had seen that. Although, I liked it better after he painted it black (my dad's is black too). It was gray at first, and I wasn't a fan.
This morning Brian woke up very tired because he was nervous about teaching his first class of the year, which was suppossed to be at 8:45 this morning. He went into work pretty early and called me to tell me that he didn't have class after all because there had been a fire in the building the class was in. Hm! It was unclear how bad the fire was, but he walked down and looked at the building and it doesn't seem as if it was too bad. Still, its a research building so there are lots of labs there, and I'm sure that the fire will cause huge problems for them. Problems maybe worse than shipping your entire mouse colony out to North Carolina and having the guys at the airport open the shipping crates, let some of the mice escape, round the rest back up and put them randomly in the shipping crates so that you can no longer tell who is who, exposing them to whatever so that they have to spend the next three months in quarantine, after which point they're too old to breed, so you lose the mutation you'd been trying to identify, thus screwing up your last four years of thesis research. Wow. I'm still bitter about that!
Wednesday, September 06, 2006
I'm tired of being pregnant, and so is my laptop
This past week, I've gotten really tired of being pregnant. I'm sick of having heartburn all the time. I don't even think the heartburn is pregnancy-caused, I got it before too. Maybe not quite so frequently though. The only problem is that I can't take anything for it that actually works. Tums? Whatever. At my last doctors appointment I talked to him about this, and he suggested I switch to the liquid antacids, like Mylanta. So I went out and bought myself some of that. It tastes like crap, and I don't think it does anything much either. Unfortunately, my heartburn doesn't seem to be triggered by food or anything like that. My normal non-pregnant heartburn comes for a week or so where I have it all the time, and then goes away for a few weeks. Now it just won't go away.
I'm also sick of my butt hurting. Sometimes I think its my pelvic bones loosening up or something, other times I can tell its my sciatic nerve. In the morning I feel fine, because that big body pillow really makes a huge difference. As I go through the day, my butt and lower back start to get sore. On bad days, I feel like I can barely walk at the end of the day. This comes and goes too, I think depending on where the baby is sitting or something. I had it all last week, but it seems to be tapering off a bit this week.
I'm sick of waking up in the middle of the night. I had been waking up once at about 1-1:30 am and once at about 4 am, which gave me 2 more hours until the alarm went off. For some reason the 4 am wakeup has shifted to 5:30, which is too close to the time the alarm goes off (6 am). If I fall back asleep for 15 minutes, I'm extra-tired when I finally do get up. Argh.
I know these are just your standard pregnancy complaints - I don't have it that bad, really. I mean, my friend had morning sickness through her 6th month. Aimee B. actually HAD gestational diabetes to deal with, instead of just convincing herself that she did. My cousin had tons of problems with her first pregnancy. I'm just feeling whiny. The third trimester is only a week and a half away... ack!
Also, my laptop is experiencing a sympathetic pregnancy - its sleepy, hot and moody. I have a Mac 15" PowerBook G4 that is about a year old. I love it. I would marry it if I could. Except a few days ago it started suddenly putting itself to sleep. That was a little irritating. It happened once or twice every day I've used it since Friday. Its my work computer, so I contacted my Mac support guy, who is the best. But it was over a holiday weekend, so I knew I wouldn't hear from him until yesterday. So I looked on the Apple support pages to see if anyone else was having this problem. It turns out that lots of people are. It seems that a temperature sensor has gone bad and the computer thinks its overheating, so it puts itself to sleep. It seems like the people who were having this problem also started noticing it when the computer was about a year old. Computer guy came up yesterday and checked on that and found that my computer was having the same temperature sensor problem. Hopefully we can get it fixed quickly, but in the meantime I've got to use another computer in the lab. Sniffle.
Also, for a special extra bonus, read the last post in that support thread (at least its the last one right now). That guy needs to unclench. I mean, he's right, but holy crap.
I'm also sick of my butt hurting. Sometimes I think its my pelvic bones loosening up or something, other times I can tell its my sciatic nerve. In the morning I feel fine, because that big body pillow really makes a huge difference. As I go through the day, my butt and lower back start to get sore. On bad days, I feel like I can barely walk at the end of the day. This comes and goes too, I think depending on where the baby is sitting or something. I had it all last week, but it seems to be tapering off a bit this week.
I'm sick of waking up in the middle of the night. I had been waking up once at about 1-1:30 am and once at about 4 am, which gave me 2 more hours until the alarm went off. For some reason the 4 am wakeup has shifted to 5:30, which is too close to the time the alarm goes off (6 am). If I fall back asleep for 15 minutes, I'm extra-tired when I finally do get up. Argh.
I know these are just your standard pregnancy complaints - I don't have it that bad, really. I mean, my friend had morning sickness through her 6th month. Aimee B. actually HAD gestational diabetes to deal with, instead of just convincing herself that she did. My cousin had tons of problems with her first pregnancy. I'm just feeling whiny. The third trimester is only a week and a half away... ack!
Also, my laptop is experiencing a sympathetic pregnancy - its sleepy, hot and moody. I have a Mac 15" PowerBook G4 that is about a year old. I love it. I would marry it if I could. Except a few days ago it started suddenly putting itself to sleep. That was a little irritating. It happened once or twice every day I've used it since Friday. Its my work computer, so I contacted my Mac support guy, who is the best. But it was over a holiday weekend, so I knew I wouldn't hear from him until yesterday. So I looked on the Apple support pages to see if anyone else was having this problem. It turns out that lots of people are. It seems that a temperature sensor has gone bad and the computer thinks its overheating, so it puts itself to sleep. It seems like the people who were having this problem also started noticing it when the computer was about a year old. Computer guy came up yesterday and checked on that and found that my computer was having the same temperature sensor problem. Hopefully we can get it fixed quickly, but in the meantime I've got to use another computer in the lab. Sniffle.
Also, for a special extra bonus, read the last post in that support thread (at least its the last one right now). That guy needs to unclench. I mean, he's right, but holy crap.
More adventures with wildlife
The last few days have been full of crazy animal experiences. First we had the fox. Also, every day I have my own adventure with wildlife while I'm sitting at the computer catching up on all of my internet surfing and blog writing. I do this while I eat breakfast (I've been in a rut since I've been pregnant because I have a bit of a 'thing' for Quaker 100% Natural cereal. So we have cereal, yogurt - because I don't drink milk - and water or chocolate soy milk), just to kill two birds with one stone. Right before I come down here I feed the cats upstairs, so I get a few moments of uninterrupted eating time. Then Cherry and Jasmine come down, jump up on the desk, and proceed to stick their noses in my food and drink. It was bad enough when we just had Cherry, but its even harder to fend off two cats at once.
The third animal experience happened yesterday, when Brian had a run-in with... something. Brian went home to work yesterday afternoon, and called me while he was driving home. Actually, he had called a few times, but I was really busy in the lab and not able to get to the phone (also, my phone gives you three rings before it goes to voice mail, and thats never enough time for me to get there). When I finally picked it up, he said 'Um... I'm driving home, but I think I might be in trouble'. Huh? When I got him to elaborate he told me that when he had gotten in the car, something had bitten him on his ankle, but he didn't see what. He said it really hurt, like someone had hit him in the leg with a sledgehammer. Now, Brian has a very high tolerance for pain. Like, the guy had kidney stones and only sort of flinched a little. So when Brian is telling me he's in a lot of pain, I know its bad. I told him to drive back to the Urgent Care facility he had passed on his way home. He wanted to go home first because he wanted to look at the bite to see if he could figure out what had bit him - a snake, maybe? I had visions of him getting home and passing out from like, poisonous snake venom or whatever, and not being able to reach me and me getting home later to find him unconscious or dead. So I made him go back to the Urgent Care place.
They looked at it and decided it wasn't a snake (only one hole) but they didn't know what it was. They suggested either a brown recluse spider or some strange caterpiller that apparently is around here now, or maybe a hornet. They sent him home with a prescription for an antihistimine and a pain killer, and told him to come back if he started throwing up. Oooookay. So we still don't know what it was, but his leg hurt really badly the rest of the night. He said it was throbbing, and every throb felt like someone was jamming knitting needles into his leg. Later in the evening he told me about his drive home after the bite. He had driven for a while and felt okay, but after a while the pain was so bad and so distracting that he felt like he had to pull over. Then his leg started to feel numb and he felt a little woozy. He quickly realized that he probably should have not started driving in the first place.
This morning everything seems okay, he said it just feels sore around the area of the bite. Anyone have any ideas of what the heck bit him?
The third animal experience happened yesterday, when Brian had a run-in with... something. Brian went home to work yesterday afternoon, and called me while he was driving home. Actually, he had called a few times, but I was really busy in the lab and not able to get to the phone (also, my phone gives you three rings before it goes to voice mail, and thats never enough time for me to get there). When I finally picked it up, he said 'Um... I'm driving home, but I think I might be in trouble'. Huh? When I got him to elaborate he told me that when he had gotten in the car, something had bitten him on his ankle, but he didn't see what. He said it really hurt, like someone had hit him in the leg with a sledgehammer. Now, Brian has a very high tolerance for pain. Like, the guy had kidney stones and only sort of flinched a little. So when Brian is telling me he's in a lot of pain, I know its bad. I told him to drive back to the Urgent Care facility he had passed on his way home. He wanted to go home first because he wanted to look at the bite to see if he could figure out what had bit him - a snake, maybe? I had visions of him getting home and passing out from like, poisonous snake venom or whatever, and not being able to reach me and me getting home later to find him unconscious or dead. So I made him go back to the Urgent Care place.
They looked at it and decided it wasn't a snake (only one hole) but they didn't know what it was. They suggested either a brown recluse spider or some strange caterpiller that apparently is around here now, or maybe a hornet. They sent him home with a prescription for an antihistimine and a pain killer, and told him to come back if he started throwing up. Oooookay. So we still don't know what it was, but his leg hurt really badly the rest of the night. He said it was throbbing, and every throb felt like someone was jamming knitting needles into his leg. Later in the evening he told me about his drive home after the bite. He had driven for a while and felt okay, but after a while the pain was so bad and so distracting that he felt like he had to pull over. Then his leg started to feel numb and he felt a little woozy. He quickly realized that he probably should have not started driving in the first place.
This morning everything seems okay, he said it just feels sore around the area of the bite. Anyone have any ideas of what the heck bit him?
Tuesday, September 05, 2006
Update
1. I beat the last guy!
2. Animal Control came and took the fox, the poor guy was in so much pain (and probably shock) that he didn't even struggle when they tried to catch him. The Animal Control guy was really nice, but still I cried like a baby when he drove away.
3. Roger, Metroid really is the best game series ever (I think Legend of Zelda is a close second). I also have the two GameCube Metroid games (which are first-person shooters that I didn't think I'd like, but I did) and I haven't even GOTTEN to the last guy in either of them, much less beat him.
4. I watched this stupid TV movie on NBC last night, the unauthorized behind-the-scenes look at Different Strokes or something. Ok, actually it was terrible. I mean the acting? OMG. Horrors. But it was interesting anyhow to see what life was like for Gary Coleman (very sick), Todd Bridges (in trouble - but at first not really) and Dana Plato (overdosed). Most interesting to me was the fact that Dana Plato's mother was portrayed as a) absent, b) selfish and c) irresponsible, completely not being a mother to her daughter, who needed one. And subsequently got into serious trouble, and eventually died. It totally reminded me of Dina Lohan, Lindsay's "mom". I think Dana Plato's mother was the Dina Lohan of that generation. And look what happened to Dana Plato!
2. Animal Control came and took the fox, the poor guy was in so much pain (and probably shock) that he didn't even struggle when they tried to catch him. The Animal Control guy was really nice, but still I cried like a baby when he drove away.
3. Roger, Metroid really is the best game series ever (I think Legend of Zelda is a close second). I also have the two GameCube Metroid games (which are first-person shooters that I didn't think I'd like, but I did) and I haven't even GOTTEN to the last guy in either of them, much less beat him.
4. I watched this stupid TV movie on NBC last night, the unauthorized behind-the-scenes look at Different Strokes or something. Ok, actually it was terrible. I mean the acting? OMG. Horrors. But it was interesting anyhow to see what life was like for Gary Coleman (very sick), Todd Bridges (in trouble - but at first not really) and Dana Plato (overdosed). Most interesting to me was the fact that Dana Plato's mother was portrayed as a) absent, b) selfish and c) irresponsible, completely not being a mother to her daughter, who needed one. And subsequently got into serious trouble, and eventually died. It totally reminded me of Dina Lohan, Lindsay's "mom". I think Dana Plato's mother was the Dina Lohan of that generation. And look what happened to Dana Plato!
Monday, September 04, 2006
Labor day - a weekend to work!
Not too much to report from this Labor day weekend, as we worked for half of it. Of course, because we are lame. And Brian has a grant deadline coming up. I didn't work on Sunday actually, just Saturday and Monday... and I followed my traditional 'working on a holiday' rule, which is: I don't mind working, but I sure as hell am not going to wake up early to do so. Of course the cats and dog decided I was waking up at 7am anyhow.
On Saturday morning we went to Raleigh to pick up our crib, which arrived super early (like a month earlier than expected). It has joined the pile of baby stuff currently sitting in our living room. Hopefully we can put it together on our own. Its a Pali crib (but I got it on sale!), and the Baby Bargains book has this to say about Pali:
"Beware of Pali's assembly instructions, which are apparently written in 16th century Latin."
Fun!
Today when I was at work, Brian called and told me that one of the foxes was sitting in our tomato plants. He and Milo had run across it when they had gone out to pick tomatoes, and it didn't move or run away from them. It has been out there for several hours now. We knew something was wrong with it, but we didn't know what. When I got home, we sat up on the deck where we could see it, and could see that its back leg is broken - like bone-sticking-out-of-leg broken. Poor baby. We called Animal Control, and they're on their way over now. I feel really badly for it, and I'm sure they're going to euthanize it, which makes me even sadder. But I wasn't sure what else to do, and I think this was probably our only option. I feel worse that its been sitting there for so long in such great pain. It took Animal Control an hour to call us back (it is a holiday, after all) and it had been out there for several hours before that. Its funny that all these sick and injured animals end up in our tomato plants though. Thats where we found Cherry too, she was also injured. Of course, we could keep her, unlike the fox.
I was surprised to hear about Steve Irwin this morning, well... okay. More surprised that he didn't meet his untimely demise at the hands of a crocodile. My first thought upon hearing this was that I had to email my friend Kristin. Someone at her work often uses the all-hands email list to send out notes that various people have died. Totally random people too. Her husband (who works with me) forwarded us one of these emails the other week, which was to say that the guy who had taken the Iwo Jima photograph had died. The email had a picture and was written in large blue font. Those are the kind of people who send emails like this I guess, the large blue font kind of people. I don't even know how to do that. Dan called the guy 'the Angel of Death'. So yeah, my first thought was that I had to send her an Angel of Death email in some large colorful font with a sad looking picture. Anyhow, later that day I got an email from another friend who said 'Maybe we should send Kristin an Angel of Death email!' At least I'm not the only weird one.
I've also been working very hard to finish Castlevania: Dawn of Sorrow, my newest DS game. When I have a baby, I probably won't have as much time for gaming. I'm very nearly done - I just have to beat the last guy. I think I got close once, but I screwed up. I didn't go and collect 100% of the souls though, I'm not that crazy. I always hate the last guy in any game. I can't tell you the number of games that I've given up on before I actually beat the last guy. Okay, I can only think of one right now. Either Metroid: Zero Mission or Metroid: Fusion. I can't remember which... or it might have been both. And I'm sure you care too.
On Saturday morning we went to Raleigh to pick up our crib, which arrived super early (like a month earlier than expected). It has joined the pile of baby stuff currently sitting in our living room. Hopefully we can put it together on our own. Its a Pali crib (but I got it on sale!), and the Baby Bargains book has this to say about Pali:
"Beware of Pali's assembly instructions, which are apparently written in 16th century Latin."
Fun!
Today when I was at work, Brian called and told me that one of the foxes was sitting in our tomato plants. He and Milo had run across it when they had gone out to pick tomatoes, and it didn't move or run away from them. It has been out there for several hours now. We knew something was wrong with it, but we didn't know what. When I got home, we sat up on the deck where we could see it, and could see that its back leg is broken - like bone-sticking-out-of-leg broken. Poor baby. We called Animal Control, and they're on their way over now. I feel really badly for it, and I'm sure they're going to euthanize it, which makes me even sadder. But I wasn't sure what else to do, and I think this was probably our only option. I feel worse that its been sitting there for so long in such great pain. It took Animal Control an hour to call us back (it is a holiday, after all) and it had been out there for several hours before that. Its funny that all these sick and injured animals end up in our tomato plants though. Thats where we found Cherry too, she was also injured. Of course, we could keep her, unlike the fox.
I was surprised to hear about Steve Irwin this morning, well... okay. More surprised that he didn't meet his untimely demise at the hands of a crocodile. My first thought upon hearing this was that I had to email my friend Kristin. Someone at her work often uses the all-hands email list to send out notes that various people have died. Totally random people too. Her husband (who works with me) forwarded us one of these emails the other week, which was to say that the guy who had taken the Iwo Jima photograph had died. The email had a picture and was written in large blue font. Those are the kind of people who send emails like this I guess, the large blue font kind of people. I don't even know how to do that. Dan called the guy 'the
I've also been working very hard to finish Castlevania: Dawn of Sorrow, my newest DS game. When I have a baby, I probably won't have as much time for gaming. I'm very nearly done - I just have to beat the last guy. I think I got close once, but I screwed up. I didn't go and collect 100% of the souls though, I'm not that crazy. I always hate the last guy in any game. I can't tell you the number of games that I've given up on before I actually beat the last guy. Okay, I can only think of one right now. Either Metroid: Zero Mission or Metroid: Fusion. I can't remember which... or it might have been both. And I'm sure you care too.
Wednesday, August 30, 2006
Weekend in Philadelphia
This weekend we packed up the Pilot and drove up to Philadelphia for my baby shower! My aunts and mom threw it for me. It was a lot of fun. I felt like I should look more pregnant though - is it really a baby shower unless the pregnant girl is about to burst? Anyhow, we had a baby duckie theme in full force:
It was really cute. And holy crap, was that cake good. Cream cheese frosting and a layer of fresh raspberries in the middle. Yum!
We got lots of great baby gifts, so I guess we really need to have the baby now. Yikes. For sure, we're going to have one well-dressed baby! If you're ever in need of a clever shower gift, here are two.
1) My cousin made a 'diaper cake'.
All of the layers are made up of rolled up diapers arranged around a central support. Then she used receiving blankets to surround each layer, and stuck a bunch of little baby stuff in for decoration. It was really cool, and a big hit with everyone.
2) A laundry-themed gift. I don't have a good picture of this one, but my mom's friend came with a covered up laundry basket. When I went to open it, she read a cute poem she had written about doing the baby's laundry, and two volunteers pulled out a big clothesline she had pinned a bunch of little clothes and socks and stuff too. Another big hit at the shower!
It was a lot of fun, and of course I love being the center of attention. I'm glad I got to have a shower too - I thought that being down here away from my family, I might not.
Over the rest of the weekend we visited with everyone. We stayed with my cousin and her husband, of baked bean fame. Speaking of baked beans: Now, I don't know who would do something like this (actually, I do!), but someone set this up on their patio.
Hee!
My aunts and uncles all came over on Sunday and we ate and hung out. It was really nice to see everyone! We also got some practice for having a kid - we watched a million Baby Einstein videos and a Barbie movie. I'm ashamed to say that the Barbie movie wasn't as bad as I thought it would be.
The weekend was nice, and a bit emotionally overwhelming. It was the first time I had driven this route since we did it the day after Ed died, so I kept reliving that day and remembering how I felt and what was happening. Then we saw all these people who I hadn't seen since the funeral. And my mom and dad gave us some nice stuff for the nursery, but it all had some sort of Ed connection - a dresser that we had all used (as well as our friend's two girls) where my mom had written all of our names and birthdates on the back, some antique airplane prints that had been up in Ed's room, a wooden plane that had been Ed's (my brothers each had one of these, but this one had Ed's name on it), several blankets that they had used to bring us all home from the hospital (one my dad even came home in). I'm glad Brian came with me, because it would have been hard without him.
It was really cute. And holy crap, was that cake good. Cream cheese frosting and a layer of fresh raspberries in the middle. Yum!
We got lots of great baby gifts, so I guess we really need to have the baby now. Yikes. For sure, we're going to have one well-dressed baby! If you're ever in need of a clever shower gift, here are two.
1) My cousin made a 'diaper cake'.
All of the layers are made up of rolled up diapers arranged around a central support. Then she used receiving blankets to surround each layer, and stuck a bunch of little baby stuff in for decoration. It was really cool, and a big hit with everyone.
2) A laundry-themed gift. I don't have a good picture of this one, but my mom's friend came with a covered up laundry basket. When I went to open it, she read a cute poem she had written about doing the baby's laundry, and two volunteers pulled out a big clothesline she had pinned a bunch of little clothes and socks and stuff too. Another big hit at the shower!
It was a lot of fun, and of course I love being the center of attention. I'm glad I got to have a shower too - I thought that being down here away from my family, I might not.
Over the rest of the weekend we visited with everyone. We stayed with my cousin and her husband, of baked bean fame. Speaking of baked beans: Now, I don't know who would do something like this (actually, I do!), but someone set this up on their patio.
Hee!
My aunts and uncles all came over on Sunday and we ate and hung out. It was really nice to see everyone! We also got some practice for having a kid - we watched a million Baby Einstein videos and a Barbie movie. I'm ashamed to say that the Barbie movie wasn't as bad as I thought it would be.
The weekend was nice, and a bit emotionally overwhelming. It was the first time I had driven this route since we did it the day after Ed died, so I kept reliving that day and remembering how I felt and what was happening. Then we saw all these people who I hadn't seen since the funeral. And my mom and dad gave us some nice stuff for the nursery, but it all had some sort of Ed connection - a dresser that we had all used (as well as our friend's two girls) where my mom had written all of our names and birthdates on the back, some antique airplane prints that had been up in Ed's room, a wooden plane that had been Ed's (my brothers each had one of these, but this one had Ed's name on it), several blankets that they had used to bring us all home from the hospital (one my dad even came home in). I'm glad Brian came with me, because it would have been hard without him.
A few links
Hey! I thought I got some strange searches leading to my blog (Yesterday? I saw one for "fried cervix". Eew). This guy's got us all beat.
Hm. Maybe just one link. I guess I forgot the rest.
Hm. Maybe just one link. I guess I forgot the rest.
Thursday, August 24, 2006
Shampoo myths?
The Consumerist linked to this 'Ask Metafilter' post about shampoos. Do all the different, fancy shampoos really make any difference?
Several people mentioned one that I also think makes a difference: The Brilliant Brunette line from John Frieda. I love John Frieda anyhow, because he brings me Extra Strength Frizz-eaze. I don't know what I would do without Frizz-eaze. I used to use Brilliant Brunette, and I also noticed that it made a big difference in the shinyness of my hair. I've been using the Radiant Redhead lately, just to keep my red color from fading so fast, but I don't think its quite as good as the Brilliant Brunette.
Another hair products thing that I've noticed is the utility of the repeat step in 'Lather, Rinse, Repeat'. I try to skip at least one day in between washing my hair because it really isn't good for your hair to wash it every day - especially if its already all dried out from coloring it. By the end of the second day my hair would start to look and feel greasy. Now I wash twice before I condition. It makes a big difference. My hair looks fine on the second day, and I can even skip another day if I want. I always thought this was a ploy on the part of the shampoo manufacturers to get to you use more shampoo, but I really think it makes a difference (one you wouldn't notice if you always wash every day). I also heard this as a tip from some hair stylist or something, which is why I started trying it. I also heard that it helps to make sure your hair is really wet before you start lathering - most of us don't get our hair wet enough before we put the shampoo in and it isn't as effective. I do notice that on the second wash, its a lot easier to distribute the shampoo throughout my hair, and I'm guessing that this is why. Either that, or it lathers better when you have less build-up in your hair.
Several people mentioned one that I also think makes a difference: The Brilliant Brunette line from John Frieda. I love John Frieda anyhow, because he brings me Extra Strength Frizz-eaze. I don't know what I would do without Frizz-eaze. I used to use Brilliant Brunette, and I also noticed that it made a big difference in the shinyness of my hair. I've been using the Radiant Redhead lately, just to keep my red color from fading so fast, but I don't think its quite as good as the Brilliant Brunette.
Another hair products thing that I've noticed is the utility of the repeat step in 'Lather, Rinse, Repeat'. I try to skip at least one day in between washing my hair because it really isn't good for your hair to wash it every day - especially if its already all dried out from coloring it. By the end of the second day my hair would start to look and feel greasy. Now I wash twice before I condition. It makes a big difference. My hair looks fine on the second day, and I can even skip another day if I want. I always thought this was a ploy on the part of the shampoo manufacturers to get to you use more shampoo, but I really think it makes a difference (one you wouldn't notice if you always wash every day). I also heard this as a tip from some hair stylist or something, which is why I started trying it. I also heard that it helps to make sure your hair is really wet before you start lathering - most of us don't get our hair wet enough before we put the shampoo in and it isn't as effective. I do notice that on the second wash, its a lot easier to distribute the shampoo throughout my hair, and I'm guessing that this is why. Either that, or it lathers better when you have less build-up in your hair.
Saturday, August 19, 2006
Pregnant or hitting the ice cream a little too hard?
This morning Brian and I went to Bruggers' Bagel shop before work - if I'm going to go into work on Saturday, I need a bagel and chai tea to sweeten the deal. When we went to sit down, there was a little girl (uh.... 3-ish?) and her father sitting nearby. The little girl kept saying to me 'You have a baby in your belly!'. Her father didn't really look up, but I'm guessing he was thinking 'Please, please, let her be pregnant and not just fat.'
When you're pregnant, all these things are going on with your body that you're not familiar with. Its kind of crazy. But we have all these books (not to mention the internet) that try to explain to you what is going on, so I feel pretty educated. Maybe too educated, because I find that I am also able to convince myself that something terrible is wrong with me. About 6 weeks ago I was sure I had an incompetent cervix. I was feeling some unfamiliar pains, so rather than conclude that it was stretching ligaments or something, I decided it was an incompetent cervix. Which is pretty rare. Anyhow, that obviously wasn't true. This week it was gestational diabetes. I've been concerned about that because we have a family history of type II diabetes and other blood sugar issues (one risk factor for GD) and i was a little overweight before i got pregnant (another risk factor, although I'm guessing they really mean being significantly overweight). I was really, deathly thirsty earlier in the pregnancy, around the time the books said that your blood volume was increasing dramatically. So that made sense. Then last week I was really thirsty again for a few days. Obviously I had GD. So I made my first rather panicked phone call to the OB nurse. She reassured me that I was fine, and probably going through a growth spurt. Phew. I hadn't had any unusual results on any of my tests so far or the size of the baby, which are two indicators of GD. So, again, I'm just crazy. At least for now. I've got my regularly scheduled glucose tolerance test in another month.
When you're pregnant, all these things are going on with your body that you're not familiar with. Its kind of crazy. But we have all these books (not to mention the internet) that try to explain to you what is going on, so I feel pretty educated. Maybe too educated, because I find that I am also able to convince myself that something terrible is wrong with me. About 6 weeks ago I was sure I had an incompetent cervix. I was feeling some unfamiliar pains, so rather than conclude that it was stretching ligaments or something, I decided it was an incompetent cervix. Which is pretty rare. Anyhow, that obviously wasn't true. This week it was gestational diabetes. I've been concerned about that because we have a family history of type II diabetes and other blood sugar issues (one risk factor for GD) and i was a little overweight before i got pregnant (another risk factor, although I'm guessing they really mean being significantly overweight). I was really, deathly thirsty earlier in the pregnancy, around the time the books said that your blood volume was increasing dramatically. So that made sense. Then last week I was really thirsty again for a few days. Obviously I had GD. So I made my first rather panicked phone call to the OB nurse. She reassured me that I was fine, and probably going through a growth spurt. Phew. I hadn't had any unusual results on any of my tests so far or the size of the baby, which are two indicators of GD. So, again, I'm just crazy. At least for now. I've got my regularly scheduled glucose tolerance test in another month.
Friday, August 18, 2006
I HAVE ALSO BEING TO DA WAL MART. THANK YOU FOR YOU'R TIME.
I sort of love this letter written by a... I'm assuming a disgruntled Wal-Mart employee?
Someday, you too might have to write a letter of complaint to the higher-ups in your company. I hope you can use this letter as a sort of style guide, in order to help you communicate your ideas in the most effective manner. Its just a public service I provide. Enjoy!
*A bonus style tip comes out in the comments section of the post: The letter was not just written entirely in CAPS, but also in italics and in red. Gives it a little extra punch, I think.
(from The Consumerist, of course)
Someday, you too might have to write a letter of complaint to the higher-ups in your company. I hope you can use this letter as a sort of style guide, in order to help you communicate your ideas in the most effective manner. Its just a public service I provide. Enjoy!
*A bonus style tip comes out in the comments section of the post: The letter was not just written entirely in CAPS, but also in italics and in red. Gives it a little extra punch, I think.
(from The Consumerist, of course)
Sunday, August 13, 2006
Time for Brian to get up on his soapbox
Brian decided that my blog should be a place where he can complain about stuff. Tonight while we were watching TV, he found a lot to talk about.
1. Sell This House! We love the show 'Sell This House' on A&E. One of my favorite parts of the show is seeing what people thought constituted 'ready to show' (the other is seeing what crazily accessorized outfit Tanya Memme will be wearing, or whether Roger's freaking huge arms have gotten any bigger). I mean, people have so much crap, its astounding! And sometimes they don't bother cleaning! Seriously, one woman had her open house with dirty dishes in the sink. On one of the eps we saw tonight, this girl was trying to sell her house with several unfinished remodeling projects - like, the kitchen cabinets didn't have doors or drawer pulls. Mostly its just that people have insane amounts of clutter. Brian's fairly anal retentive, and I'm a reasonable decorator, so our house always looks good when we are selling. When we tried to sell this house last year, all the realtors who I interviewed said it showed like a model. Thank you, thank you. But really, when we do put our place on the market? We seriously de-clutter. We're like the freaking masters of decluttering. Brian more than me, but I help. Anyhow, on this show, the people have always had their house on the market for like, ever, and can't figure out why its not selling. Brian's soapbox moment for Sell This House is: What is wrong with these people's realtors?? Seriously. Are they high? Why have they not told the sellers what some of their problems are? Usually when they show the front of the house, you can see the sign advertising who the real estate agent is. Brian hopes these agents are suitably embarassed.
2. Sixteen Freaking Children! When we ran out of 'Sell this House' episodes in the DVR tonight, the TV was tuned into the Discovery Health Channel (which I secretly love). This show was on called '14 Children and Pregnant Again!' This family is 'letting God dictate how many children they have'. Super. Not to spoil it for you, but the next episode is called 'Raising 16 Children', and this woman hasn't hit menopause yet, so I'm sure this won't be the end of it either. The dad's name is Jim Bob. I'm just saying. Oh look. They have their own website. Brian's soapbox moment here is: ... Oh...actually, I'm sorry, his head just exploded.
One thing we can't figure out is, what happened to this woman? Look here. She's cute. Now, lets look here. OMG, the hair. And this picture is 4 years old, the hair has really only gotten worse. People, its a mullet. Its a mullet/1980s pouffy bangs combo. And its like twenty feet long. How do you have time to deal with this hair when you have 16 children? I don't understand. Also (and you're really missing out here by looking at that picture, because its so much better on the show), how do you have time to apply 6 inches of pink blush and garish red lipstick when you have 16 children? Really, the blush was out of control.
Also we're wondering how you have time to handmake all these dresses for your children? Because really, handmade is the only thing that can explain this.
Ok: Brian's soapbox moment for this is: These people seem to be being supported in large part by the generosity of others, which is great except: IF YOU CAN'T AFFORD IT, STOP HAVING FREAKING KIDS! Actually, I'm not totally sure about that as we really could not bear to watch the mullet anymore, and we turned the show off. But we did get that impression. And would it surprise you, really? I mean, who COULD afford 16 children?
One thing I will say is that the woman didn't appear to be crazy. The whole thing reminded me a little bit of Andrea Yates, the woman who killed all of her kids by drowning them in the bathtub. She was clearly suffering from a bad, extended case of postpartum depression. I always had the feeling that her husband was forcing her to continue to have kids. It obviously affected her mental state significantly, but he seemed to also have this attitude of 'letting God dictate how many children they had', despite what it was doing to his wife. So anyhow, she didn't seem to be as forced into it as I always felt like Andrea Yates seemed to be.
I'm sure there was another soapbox issue that Brian wanted me to discuss, but I can't remember it.
1. Sell This House! We love the show 'Sell This House' on A&E. One of my favorite parts of the show is seeing what people thought constituted 'ready to show' (the other is seeing what crazily accessorized outfit Tanya Memme will be wearing, or whether Roger's freaking huge arms have gotten any bigger). I mean, people have so much crap, its astounding! And sometimes they don't bother cleaning! Seriously, one woman had her open house with dirty dishes in the sink. On one of the eps we saw tonight, this girl was trying to sell her house with several unfinished remodeling projects - like, the kitchen cabinets didn't have doors or drawer pulls. Mostly its just that people have insane amounts of clutter. Brian's fairly anal retentive, and I'm a reasonable decorator, so our house always looks good when we are selling. When we tried to sell this house last year, all the realtors who I interviewed said it showed like a model. Thank you, thank you. But really, when we do put our place on the market? We seriously de-clutter. We're like the freaking masters of decluttering. Brian more than me, but I help. Anyhow, on this show, the people have always had their house on the market for like, ever, and can't figure out why its not selling. Brian's soapbox moment for Sell This House is: What is wrong with these people's realtors?? Seriously. Are they high? Why have they not told the sellers what some of their problems are? Usually when they show the front of the house, you can see the sign advertising who the real estate agent is. Brian hopes these agents are suitably embarassed.
2. Sixteen Freaking Children! When we ran out of 'Sell this House' episodes in the DVR tonight, the TV was tuned into the Discovery Health Channel (which I secretly love). This show was on called '14 Children and Pregnant Again!' This family is 'letting God dictate how many children they have'. Super. Not to spoil it for you, but the next episode is called 'Raising 16 Children', and this woman hasn't hit menopause yet, so I'm sure this won't be the end of it either. The dad's name is Jim Bob. I'm just saying. Oh look. They have their own website. Brian's soapbox moment here is: ... Oh...actually, I'm sorry, his head just exploded.
One thing we can't figure out is, what happened to this woman? Look here. She's cute. Now, lets look here. OMG, the hair. And this picture is 4 years old, the hair has really only gotten worse. People, its a mullet. Its a mullet/1980s pouffy bangs combo. And its like twenty feet long. How do you have time to deal with this hair when you have 16 children? I don't understand. Also (and you're really missing out here by looking at that picture, because its so much better on the show), how do you have time to apply 6 inches of pink blush and garish red lipstick when you have 16 children? Really, the blush was out of control.
Also we're wondering how you have time to handmake all these dresses for your children? Because really, handmade is the only thing that can explain this.
Ok: Brian's soapbox moment for this is: These people seem to be being supported in large part by the generosity of others, which is great except: IF YOU CAN'T AFFORD IT, STOP HAVING FREAKING KIDS! Actually, I'm not totally sure about that as we really could not bear to watch the mullet anymore, and we turned the show off. But we did get that impression. And would it surprise you, really? I mean, who COULD afford 16 children?
One thing I will say is that the woman didn't appear to be crazy. The whole thing reminded me a little bit of Andrea Yates, the woman who killed all of her kids by drowning them in the bathtub. She was clearly suffering from a bad, extended case of postpartum depression. I always had the feeling that her husband was forcing her to continue to have kids. It obviously affected her mental state significantly, but he seemed to also have this attitude of 'letting God dictate how many children they had', despite what it was doing to his wife. So anyhow, she didn't seem to be as forced into it as I always felt like Andrea Yates seemed to be.
I'm sure there was another soapbox issue that Brian wanted me to discuss, but I can't remember it.
Spitty snorgle
Thus far, Milo (the dog) has been a bit of an outcast among the pets in the family. Cherry tries to be his friend, chasing him around and rubbing her head against him, but mostly just seems to be afraid of her. He sits there while she's rubbing up against him with a look on his face like 'If I don't move, maybe she will think I'm just a piece of furniture and go away.'
This morning I was on the computer and Jasmine (the new kitten) jumped up onto the desk to 'help'. She was partially soaked. Half of her head and some of her back was all wet, and I couldn't figure out why. Tonight, while I was getting dinner ready, I figured it out.
Apparently Milo likes one of the cats!
Look, she's completely covered with dog spit.
(Oh also, yes, I totally need to vacuum. Love the black rug and all, but with 4 cats and a long-haired dog? Vacuuming can be a full time job.)
This morning I was on the computer and Jasmine (the new kitten) jumped up onto the desk to 'help'. She was partially soaked. Half of her head and some of her back was all wet, and I couldn't figure out why. Tonight, while I was getting dinner ready, I figured it out.
Apparently Milo likes one of the cats!
Look, she's completely covered with dog spit.
(Oh also, yes, I totally need to vacuum. Love the black rug and all, but with 4 cats and a long-haired dog? Vacuuming can be a full time job.)
I've finally made it.
Remember how Melissa used to get people finding her blog by searching for 'candid braless'? People don't find my blog with such exciting and illicit searches. I get the people looking for 'girls wearing flip-flops' or how to make a sidecar. Until now!
One little post about my ultrasound, and I start to get all the freaks! This week I've had:
Someone in Chesapeke, VA found my blog searching for 'picture of a little penis'
Someone in Williamsburg, VA found my blog searching for '"bachelorette" "uncircumcised"'
Hm. Actually its just people in Virginia. Well, all right then.
One little post about my ultrasound, and I start to get all the freaks! This week I've had:
Someone in Chesapeke, VA found my blog searching for 'picture of a little penis'
Someone in Williamsburg, VA found my blog searching for '"bachelorette" "uncircumcised"'
Hm. Actually its just people in Virginia. Well, all right then.
Wednesday, August 09, 2006
A Field Guide to Sweaterboy
I haven't posted about Sweaterboy in a while, because he hasn't done anything any stranger than normal. That is... until now.
My lab mate said that last night she had had to come back into the lab. When she was right out in front of work, she saw a guy wearing shorts and no t-shirt, pulling a rollerboard suitcase behind him. Huh? I mean, when do you need a rollerboard? When you're traveling. But who travels shirtless? So, she was intrigued... and a closer look revealed that said weirdo was in fact Sweaterboy.
I'm really struggling to explain what the whole point of this is. Apparently this isn't the first time he's been spotted doing this - I don't know where I was when the first person told her story though, because I would have remembered that for SURE. Obviously I was out of town or something. Its really surprising because usually Sweaterboy is so overdressed for the weather. I mean, I don't know if you've heard? But its HOT here. Holy crap. This does not deter him from wearing jeans, a polo or t-shirt, and a sweater. So I'm surprised that in the after-hours he'd go practically naked. Also, whats in the rollerboard? I guess its probably the sweater and jeans of that day, but still, this is so bizarre.
My lab mate said that last night she had had to come back into the lab. When she was right out in front of work, she saw a guy wearing shorts and no t-shirt, pulling a rollerboard suitcase behind him. Huh? I mean, when do you need a rollerboard? When you're traveling. But who travels shirtless? So, she was intrigued... and a closer look revealed that said weirdo was in fact Sweaterboy.
I'm really struggling to explain what the whole point of this is. Apparently this isn't the first time he's been spotted doing this - I don't know where I was when the first person told her story though, because I would have remembered that for SURE. Obviously I was out of town or something. Its really surprising because usually Sweaterboy is so overdressed for the weather. I mean, I don't know if you've heard? But its HOT here. Holy crap. This does not deter him from wearing jeans, a polo or t-shirt, and a sweater. So I'm surprised that in the after-hours he'd go practically naked. Also, whats in the rollerboard? I guess its probably the sweater and jeans of that day, but still, this is so bizarre.
Monday, August 07, 2006
The Table Channel...exposed!
Kendra just emailed me to tell me she had solved one of the great mysteries of our time: she figured out what the Table Channel was! She writes:
I figured out last night that the table channel was actually a portion of a swiffer commercial that must have gotten stuck somehow. I was watching T.V and I saw the Swiffer commercial for the carpet vac or what the hell ever it was and then the table channel picture came up!!!! And that thing that looks as though it’s part of a funky ‘80’s table really is a vacuum cord pulled too tight!
It was stuck like that ALL WEEKEND. Thats hilarious. I'm going to have to watch for this now. Now that we've got DVR, I never watch commercials anymore!
I figured out last night that the table channel was actually a portion of a swiffer commercial that must have gotten stuck somehow. I was watching T.V and I saw the Swiffer commercial for the carpet vac or what the hell ever it was and then the table channel picture came up!!!! And that thing that looks as though it’s part of a funky ‘80’s table really is a vacuum cord pulled too tight!
It was stuck like that ALL WEEKEND. Thats hilarious. I'm going to have to watch for this now. Now that we've got DVR, I never watch commercials anymore!
Saturday, August 05, 2006
Tomato rice soup
Here's my mom's tomato rice soup recipe, which is my absolute favorite soup ever:
4 cups fresh tomatoes, roughly chopped
3 sprigs parsley, roughly chopped
6 whole cloves
1 bay leaf
about half an onion, roughly chopped
3/4 tsp pepper
3/4 tsp salt
1 tsp sugar
Put all ingredients into a saucepan and bring to a boil. Reduce heat and simmer for about 5 minutes, until everything is mushy. Remove the bay leaf (and cloves, if you can find them!) and puree in the blender. Add boiling water to the puree to bring the volume to 2 cups total. Add to this:
1/2 tsp baking soda
Meanwhile, make a thin white sauce. In a saucepan melt:
2 1/2 tsp butter
Whisk in:
2 1/2 tsp flour
Cook until it gets golden and nutty smelling
Whisk in:
2 1/2 cups milk
1 tsp salt
Cook until thickened. Add to the white sauce:
1 cup cooked rice
Stir the tomato puree into the rice/white sauce mixture and serve.
4 cups fresh tomatoes, roughly chopped
3 sprigs parsley, roughly chopped
6 whole cloves
1 bay leaf
about half an onion, roughly chopped
3/4 tsp pepper
3/4 tsp salt
1 tsp sugar
Put all ingredients into a saucepan and bring to a boil. Reduce heat and simmer for about 5 minutes, until everything is mushy. Remove the bay leaf (and cloves, if you can find them!) and puree in the blender. Add boiling water to the puree to bring the volume to 2 cups total. Add to this:
1/2 tsp baking soda
Meanwhile, make a thin white sauce. In a saucepan melt:
2 1/2 tsp butter
Whisk in:
2 1/2 tsp flour
Cook until it gets golden and nutty smelling
Whisk in:
2 1/2 cups milk
1 tsp salt
Cook until thickened. Add to the white sauce:
1 cup cooked rice
Stir the tomato puree into the rice/white sauce mixture and serve.
Foxy!
We've got a family of three foxes that we've been seeing recently hunting something in the ex-drainage pond (now filled in) in our backyard. I got a few pictures.
Pictures of Studs Chadwick
Okay folks, brace yourselves. We've got photo proof that an alien is living inside of me.
Here's the BOY picture I was telling you about.
Here's a picture of the baby's head in profile.
Here's a similar profile shot, but the baby's MOUTH IS OPEN. Holy crap. It moves. Also, you can see a hand near its head (towards the top - left side) in this one.
Here's a picture of its feet.
And here's a totally freaky picture of its face from the front.
Here's the BOY picture I was telling you about.
Here's a picture of the baby's head in profile.
Here's a similar profile shot, but the baby's MOUTH IS OPEN. Holy crap. It moves. Also, you can see a hand near its head (towards the top - left side) in this one.
Here's a picture of its feet.
And here's a totally freaky picture of its face from the front.
Friday, August 04, 2006
Sky King, cats, and tomato season
I'm a bad, bad blogger. I know. Things have been busy! My mom left on Sunday and finally made it home, after a long delay for her connecting flight in DC. She was flying United, and the pilot for that flight hadn't shown up, and they couldn't find him either. They did finally find him, but he was like, an hour away from the airport (although, in DC I imagine you could be 5 miles away from the airport and still be an hour away). I think an alternate pilot ended up showing up and doing it. They finally got into Manch-vegas at 12:45 am, so poor mom didn't get to the house until after 1 am.
We had a lot of fun buying stuff for the nursery. Brian and I had decided that a boy was going to get an airplane theme, so I cashed in all my Pottery Barn gift certificates (from our Citibank Rewards card!) on some cute airplane bedding, and a matching rug.
Aaaand, since they had it, and it was being discontinued, we bought the matching Full/Queen Quilt and pillowshams for the transition to a big boy bed. The airplane theme is especially applicable, because my mom clarified that my dad is not kidding about the whole 'Sky King' thing. I really thought he was just winding me up. So, we're going to have Grandmom (actually, her title hasn't yet been determined) and Sky King... Sky for short.
We also went to an actual Gap Maternity store in Raleigh, where my mom bought me some more clothes, and I got a bathing suit. My current suit is still workable, but we're going to the beach in September for our departmental retreat, and I'm bound to need something different then.
On Saturday, we went to USA Baby and I found a crib I liked on sale. That was a relief, even though we still had plenty of time to order it. I hadn't found anything that I liked.
My mom and I also came up with a good baby name: Studs Chadwick. This name came from a list of English baby names that Brian had printed out for us. I think its a winner! Also suggested has been Chadwick Chadwick, or Chad Chadwick for short. Thats nice, but I think I'm going with Studs. Remember also that in 4th grade I was in love with Steve Studley. If I had married him? Studs Studley.
So, many baby things are taken care of. Thats good, because before the baby comes, I've got two papers to try to get out (one from this lab, one from my PhD which is STILL LYING AROUND!), a grant due, and a review to write. I'm happy to get as much out of the way now as possible. Next up is PAINT.
Speaking of baby, about 2 days ago I felt a definitive baby movement. Yesterday I could feel it again while I was working on the microscope.
Other than that, I've just been busy at work.
Our tomatoes are starting to ripen, which is exciting. The summer tomato season begins! This morning I had my traditional tomato season breakfast of sliced tomato on english muffin with cheese, plus the rest of the tomato with salt and pepper. And I made the traditional tomato season dinner of tomato rice soup (my favorite soup ever!) on Wednesday. And we had the other traditional tomato season dinner while my mom was still here, pasta with tomatoes, basil, garlic and pine nuts.
I knew this was going to happen eventually, given that we've got 4 cats, but we're officially up to a three-cats-in-the-bed total now. Luckily Jasmine still doesn't take up much room. Between us, three cats and my snoogle (allowing me to blissfully sleep on my left side), there's not much room in the bed. Of course, Beamish the Invisi-cat doesn't figure into the 3 cat total.
It is hot here. I know its hot everywhere, but thats not going to stop me from complaining. In the winter though, when I'm not shoveling my driveway? I'll be glad about it. At work, we're all very excited about taking a lunch field trip to the institute across the lake from us, which is rumored to have a way better cafeteria, but this is going to have to wait until a day where we will not spontaneously combust doing so. My poor friend Deb is about 35 weeks pregnant right now, and I do not envy her. In fact, I'm feeling a little bit glad that I didn't get pregnant right away, or else that would have been me.
Still trying to get the ultrasound pics up. We don't have a scanner, and I keep forgetting to get Brian to bring them into work.
We're going on a date tonight to Starlu, which Brian has been to before and like a lot. I've never been there, because we forget about wanting to go there until we're nearby, on our way to Foster's dressed like scientists (i.e. jeans), which is not dressy enough for Starlu. The menu looks good, so I'm excited!
We had a lot of fun buying stuff for the nursery. Brian and I had decided that a boy was going to get an airplane theme, so I cashed in all my Pottery Barn gift certificates (from our Citibank Rewards card!) on some cute airplane bedding, and a matching rug.
Aaaand, since they had it, and it was being discontinued, we bought the matching Full/Queen Quilt and pillowshams for the transition to a big boy bed. The airplane theme is especially applicable, because my mom clarified that my dad is not kidding about the whole 'Sky King' thing. I really thought he was just winding me up. So, we're going to have Grandmom (actually, her title hasn't yet been determined) and Sky King... Sky for short.
We also went to an actual Gap Maternity store in Raleigh, where my mom bought me some more clothes, and I got a bathing suit. My current suit is still workable, but we're going to the beach in September for our departmental retreat, and I'm bound to need something different then.
On Saturday, we went to USA Baby and I found a crib I liked on sale. That was a relief, even though we still had plenty of time to order it. I hadn't found anything that I liked.
My mom and I also came up with a good baby name: Studs Chadwick. This name came from a list of English baby names that Brian had printed out for us. I think its a winner! Also suggested has been Chadwick Chadwick, or Chad Chadwick for short. Thats nice, but I think I'm going with Studs. Remember also that in 4th grade I was in love with Steve Studley. If I had married him? Studs Studley.
So, many baby things are taken care of. Thats good, because before the baby comes, I've got two papers to try to get out (one from this lab, one from my PhD which is STILL LYING AROUND!), a grant due, and a review to write. I'm happy to get as much out of the way now as possible. Next up is PAINT.
Speaking of baby, about 2 days ago I felt a definitive baby movement. Yesterday I could feel it again while I was working on the microscope.
Other than that, I've just been busy at work.
Our tomatoes are starting to ripen, which is exciting. The summer tomato season begins! This morning I had my traditional tomato season breakfast of sliced tomato on english muffin with cheese, plus the rest of the tomato with salt and pepper. And I made the traditional tomato season dinner of tomato rice soup (my favorite soup ever!) on Wednesday. And we had the other traditional tomato season dinner while my mom was still here, pasta with tomatoes, basil, garlic and pine nuts.
I knew this was going to happen eventually, given that we've got 4 cats, but we're officially up to a three-cats-in-the-bed total now. Luckily Jasmine still doesn't take up much room. Between us, three cats and my snoogle (allowing me to blissfully sleep on my left side), there's not much room in the bed. Of course, Beamish the Invisi-cat doesn't figure into the 3 cat total.
It is hot here. I know its hot everywhere, but thats not going to stop me from complaining. In the winter though, when I'm not shoveling my driveway? I'll be glad about it. At work, we're all very excited about taking a lunch field trip to the institute across the lake from us, which is rumored to have a way better cafeteria, but this is going to have to wait until a day where we will not spontaneously combust doing so. My poor friend Deb is about 35 weeks pregnant right now, and I do not envy her. In fact, I'm feeling a little bit glad that I didn't get pregnant right away, or else that would have been me.
Still trying to get the ultrasound pics up. We don't have a scanner, and I keep forgetting to get Brian to bring them into work.
We're going on a date tonight to Starlu, which Brian has been to before and like a lot. I've never been there, because we forget about wanting to go there until we're nearby, on our way to Foster's dressed like scientists (i.e. jeans), which is not dressy enough for Starlu. The menu looks good, so I'm excited!
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