I'm sick of crying. Here are things I have cried over lately:
-Worrying about not having enough money when the baby comes.
-Worrying about something bad happening to my husband when he's away doing military stuff...even if he's only at the airport an hour and a half away.
-Worrying about becoming one of those Walmart moms with bad hair, a big butt, and driving a rusted minivan.
-The fact that my family took "family" Christmas pictures without me (but included my brother's girlfriend) in the middle of a weekday while I was at work. My mom said, "You knew we were going to do pictures. You knew we were leaving at 4:00 that day to take him to the airport." Yet, no, in actuality they told me that they were leaving at 5:00 because they knew that I was working until 4:00 that day and wanted me to be able to see him before he left. Furthermore, she failed to mention that they planned to do them in the middle of the day on a Tuesday...knowing full well that I was unable to take time off from work that week, and not even bothering to tell me about it ahead of time. I got to find out about it when they posted the pictures on Facebook. Then, in a feeble attempt to downgrade my feelings even more, my mom says, "Well I wanted to do them the night before but you didn't want to." Well for one, the other night that she wanted to do them, she didn't mention it to me until after I was already over there, after a long day of work, looking and feeling like crap and wearing sweatpants. A little prior notice would have been helpful, so that maybe I could have put on some makeup and a nice sweater. Of course this is totally my fault though. It's like she doesn't want to take responsibility for the fact that she screwed up and hurt my feelings. I should probably just blow it off, because apparently I'm the only one who is affected by it. Then she tagged me in the pictures, as if to add insult to injury. I untagged myself, and then I cried some more.
-Billy the Exterminator - the episode where they saved a rabbit with a paper plate.
-The fact that my coworker did not want to order lunch from the same place I did.
-The fact that nothing fits me.
-The fact that we have no washer and dryer of our own and always have to take our laundry somewhere to wash it. Furthermore, the fact that I work all day every day and don't have time to do the laundry, and my husband said he would do it today but he didn't do it. Then in an attempt to reassure myself, I thanked him for making dinner because I know he was busy and worked hard all day, and he responded by saying, "It's okay. I actually didn't do much today." Then why didn't he do the laundry? I worked hard today...like I do pretty much every day to support us financially, usually after barely sleeping the night before, all the while feeling tired and nauseous as a result of carrying around this growing fetus on my belly. And now I have no clean clothes for work tomorrow, and I'm crying. Maybe it doesn't matter. It's not like anything fits anyway.
-The ending of Toy Story 3.
-The fact that I can't seem to sleep through the night, ever.
-The fact that my husband refuses to take digestive enzyme pills after he eats so as to prevent the nasty smell of his poop and farts. I don't know why he refuses to take them. It can only help him, and save me from getting sick from the smell. But he won't, and I don't know why. It's like he wants me to throw up or something.
This is a grumpy hormone filled blog. And whether one or more of these things is actually worth being upset about, I'm still upset and I have another 6 months to endure this hormone induced psychosis which makes me cry over everything.
So far, I've enjoyed nothing about being pregnant. And I'm not glowing, either. I'm breaking out like a 13-year old going through puberty. FML.
Monday, January 3, 2011
Saturday, January 1, 2011
resolutions. and fingerfoods.
I lied about not making resolutions. I will make some. They are totally doable.
I will have more fun.
I will make more finger foods.
I will do more outside activities.
I would say something like, "I'll stop making fun of people on television" or "I'll stop making fun of people with stupid names," but that's really hard to do. Especially if you are a football player named Nick Toon. Or if you are a local male news anchor and you are obviously wearing lipstick.
Speaking of names...I haven't been able to think of any names that I like enough to force my child to live with it forever. Chances are I'll pick something classic and timeless....a name he or she can like when they're a kid and still feel good about when they are older. Unlike some other people. Check this out. One thing I've learned when it comes to picking a name...imagine your child's name on a resume. Imagine what it would be like if they are a district attorney or some other public figure. Would people take her seriously if her name was Heavenly Spring? Or how about Trinity Star? Sounds more like a stripper name if you ask me. If it's a girl and it sounds like a stripper name, don't use it. And if it sounds like he or she will never be taken seriously, don't use it. "All rise for the honorable Judge, Tremendous Johnson." Seriously.
Sometimes I question what people are thinking. There is nothing wrong with being different, but consider your child and how he or she will feel having to live with the name "Latrina" (which means "toilet" in Italian) or "Meconium" (that nasty oily black stuff that your baby poops out for the first time). Honestly people. Stop it. It needs to end.
I like the name Sophie. And I've always liked the name Isabella. But if I go and name my kid Isabella, everyone will think I did that because of the Twilight movies, which would be both pathetic and sad. And I'd never name my kid after a bad movie character. I suppose people will speculate whatever they want, no matter what name we pick and I'll just have to put up with it or punch them in the face. I'll probably just punch them in the face, as that's much more satisfying and productive. So don't make fun of my kid's name. I'll punch you in the face.
Oh, back to finger foods though - here are two super easy yummy things that I made for New Years Eve to share with my friends. I have no pictures. Sorry.
Piggies in a Blanket:
1 can of crescent rolls
1 small package of little smokies (we used the beef kind)
Pop open the can of crescent rolls. Carefully. This always terrifies me. Cut the triangles smaller, enough to pair one with each mini hotdog. Then, wrap them around the hotdogs. Bake at 350 for 11-13 minutes, until lightly browned on the outside. Super good.
Tortilla Pinwheels
1 package of flour tortillas
2 packages of cream cheese
1 small jar of pimientos
1 packet of dry Ranch mix
3-4 scallions, sliced
Combine all ingredients using the paddle attachment in your stand mixer. Sorry if you don't have a stand mixer. Use a hand mixer then. It helps if you let the cream cheese soften to room temperature. Once mixed, spread on tortillas and roll tortillas up. Refrigerate the rollups for an hour or so to firm up, then cut into slices. I love these things.
I will have more fun.
I will make more finger foods.
I will do more outside activities.
I would say something like, "I'll stop making fun of people on television" or "I'll stop making fun of people with stupid names," but that's really hard to do. Especially if you are a football player named Nick Toon. Or if you are a local male news anchor and you are obviously wearing lipstick.
Speaking of names...I haven't been able to think of any names that I like enough to force my child to live with it forever. Chances are I'll pick something classic and timeless....a name he or she can like when they're a kid and still feel good about when they are older. Unlike some other people. Check this out. One thing I've learned when it comes to picking a name...imagine your child's name on a resume. Imagine what it would be like if they are a district attorney or some other public figure. Would people take her seriously if her name was Heavenly Spring? Or how about Trinity Star? Sounds more like a stripper name if you ask me. If it's a girl and it sounds like a stripper name, don't use it. And if it sounds like he or she will never be taken seriously, don't use it. "All rise for the honorable Judge, Tremendous Johnson." Seriously.
Sometimes I question what people are thinking. There is nothing wrong with being different, but consider your child and how he or she will feel having to live with the name "Latrina" (which means "toilet" in Italian) or "Meconium" (that nasty oily black stuff that your baby poops out for the first time). Honestly people. Stop it. It needs to end.
I like the name Sophie. And I've always liked the name Isabella. But if I go and name my kid Isabella, everyone will think I did that because of the Twilight movies, which would be both pathetic and sad. And I'd never name my kid after a bad movie character. I suppose people will speculate whatever they want, no matter what name we pick and I'll just have to put up with it or punch them in the face. I'll probably just punch them in the face, as that's much more satisfying and productive. So don't make fun of my kid's name. I'll punch you in the face.
Oh, back to finger foods though - here are two super easy yummy things that I made for New Years Eve to share with my friends. I have no pictures. Sorry.
Piggies in a Blanket:
1 can of crescent rolls
1 small package of little smokies (we used the beef kind)
Pop open the can of crescent rolls. Carefully. This always terrifies me. Cut the triangles smaller, enough to pair one with each mini hotdog. Then, wrap them around the hotdogs. Bake at 350 for 11-13 minutes, until lightly browned on the outside. Super good.
Tortilla Pinwheels
1 package of flour tortillas
2 packages of cream cheese
1 small jar of pimientos
1 packet of dry Ranch mix
3-4 scallions, sliced
Combine all ingredients using the paddle attachment in your stand mixer. Sorry if you don't have a stand mixer. Use a hand mixer then. It helps if you let the cream cheese soften to room temperature. Once mixed, spread on tortillas and roll tortillas up. Refrigerate the rollups for an hour or so to firm up, then cut into slices. I love these things.
Wednesday, December 29, 2010
things that should be obvious
1.) 800mg ibuprofen from the doctor is no different than taking 4 over-the-counter 200mg ibuprofen tablets. NO DIFFERENT. What is the matter with people?
2.) Quitting your job and filing for unemployment benefits because you think you can make more money on unemployment than having an actual job is not a wise thing to do. Because now you are jobless and have been denied unemployment benefits because you quit your job, thus disqualifying yourself. Idiot. I think it would be great to sit at home all day long and watch the Food Network and get paid. But guess what? That is not the way the world works.
3.) My parents are good people.
4.) Job interviews should be enjoyable for both parties. And it's never going to end well if the interviewers aren't welcoming in the first place and fail to even so much as introduce themselves by name.
5.) Family is super important. You should spend as much time with them as possible. You never know when they won't be around anymore.
6.) If you are pregnant, acid reflux will be a part of your life. I thought I would be different. I was wrong.
7.) I don't feel or look pregnant. I just feel and look fat.
8.) Going out for New Years Eve is overrated. Eating tacos, however, is not.
9.) 50 First Dates is the best Adam Sandler/Drew Barrymore movie. I like it better than The Wedding Singer.
10.) Homemade cookie dough is much better than store bought. Too bad raw eggs and pregnancy do not mix.
2.) Quitting your job and filing for unemployment benefits because you think you can make more money on unemployment than having an actual job is not a wise thing to do. Because now you are jobless and have been denied unemployment benefits because you quit your job, thus disqualifying yourself. Idiot. I think it would be great to sit at home all day long and watch the Food Network and get paid. But guess what? That is not the way the world works.
3.) My parents are good people.
4.) Job interviews should be enjoyable for both parties. And it's never going to end well if the interviewers aren't welcoming in the first place and fail to even so much as introduce themselves by name.
5.) Family is super important. You should spend as much time with them as possible. You never know when they won't be around anymore.
6.) If you are pregnant, acid reflux will be a part of your life. I thought I would be different. I was wrong.
7.) I don't feel or look pregnant. I just feel and look fat.
8.) Going out for New Years Eve is overrated. Eating tacos, however, is not.
9.) 50 First Dates is the best Adam Sandler/Drew Barrymore movie. I like it better than The Wedding Singer.
10.) Homemade cookie dough is much better than store bought. Too bad raw eggs and pregnancy do not mix.
Monday, December 27, 2010
obligatory year in review
Nobody likes to talk about January or February. January is when you make New Year's resolutions. February is when you give up on them. January has consistently been a bad month for me. In fact, this past January, my grandpa passed away. Part of me died as a result. I don't like to talk about it. So, we'll start with March.No, I take that back. One good thing happened in January. I pretended to go ice fishing.
March:-We bought a new bed. A Tempurpedic Cloud. So far, it has totally been worth the $2500 we spent.
-I tried making Flan. I failed.
-I remember getting really sick in March. I remember it being so bad that they gave me narcotics. I don't remember much else about that.
-I caught Salem trying to have sex with Kola. In the kitchen. While I was cooking food. We had guests. It was embarrassing.
April:
-I went to the dentist. They discovered that I had a cavity. My only cavity in 27 years of life. I felt like a failure.
-Someone hit my car in the parking lot at Petco. I was angry about that.
-Husband got a root canal. I got my legs waxed.
May:
-We started house hunting. We didn't end up buying a house, by the way.
-Watched the Brewers lose to the Cubs. So what else is new.
-Planted a pineapple.
-Sold the lake house. :(
-Was attacked by a wild turkey while driving.
June:
-Made a lemon-scented yogurt cake
-Made homemade oatmeal cream pies
-Laughed upon finding out my father in-law bought a metal detector and tore up his back yard
-Bought a lot of plants. Did a lot of gardening.
-Spent over a week in Las Vegas. Found Area 51. And ghost towns. And found myself again.
July:
-Moved into a new place
-Husband spent two weeks in Georgia for work, leaving me here to rot-Made crepes
-Got pregnant
August:
-Made pineapple upside-down cake
-Made homemade lemonade. And cupcakes.
-Picked raspberries
-Got caught in a rain storm
-Ate orange sherbet
-Found a sunflower field
-Attended the Minnesota State Fair-Lost our baby.
-Found lake superior
September:-Felt sorry for myself a lot. Went on drives.
-Started a million projects. Didn't finish any of them.-Made veggie lasagna
-Reunited with pumpkin spice lattes
-My town was flooded by rain.
October:-Drank a lot of coffee
-Ate soup
-Decorated the house
-Went to the apple orchard
-Enjoyed the weather-Had a birthday
November:
-Got sick a lot
-Found out I was pregnant...again
-Got promoted at work to a permanent position - yay!-Made bagels
-Dad got hit by a car. By someone's grandpa.
-Had Thanksgiving. Threw up Fritos.
December:
-Fell in love with Pop Tarts. And Nutella. And cheese. Darn you, pregnancy cravings.
-Celebrated husband's birthday.
-Dug out the Christmas tree.
-Had a massive snow storm before winter even officially began
-Saw baby #2 for the first time!
There you go, that's my year, in a nutshell. I'm sure that more things happened, but I don't remember. Do you know how hard it was to try and remember all of those things? I'm not even positive if it's all correct. I did the best I could. Maybe this next year I can keep better track of things. That's not a New Year's Resolution, by the way. I don't do those anymore.
Sunday, December 26, 2010
things i am in love with (in no particular order)
Dark chocolate.
Dark chocolate Lindt Lindor Truffles.
White hot cocoa.
My husband
My fur hat
My cat
My bird
Cheese
Arm warmers
Italian food
The Toy Story trilogy
Yummy smelling body wash
Our new Garmin
Our new blu ray
You.
Dark chocolate Lindt Lindor Truffles.
White hot cocoa.
My husband
My fur hat
My cat
My bird
Cheese
Arm warmers
Italian food
The Toy Story trilogy
Yummy smelling body wash
Our new Garmin
Our new blu ray
You.
Saturday, December 25, 2010
seafood and cookies
That's typically what entails Christmas Eve with my family.
For who knows how many years now (13+), we eat Christmas Eve dinner at Red Lobster. It's a bizarre tradition and I don't even know how it started. I'm thinking the first time it happened, it was a spur of the moment decision due to poor planning and not having anything to cook for dinner, and being late while the stores were closed, we drove around town looking for something other than fast food. And behold, Red Lobster was the only place open. We do it every year now. It's really the only time we eat there. Seafood is way too much for us to eat on a regular basis. It's really not good for you, so we do it once a year, as if it's okay. You know that a lobster's closest relative is the cockroach, right? Well, it is. Along with all the other sea bottom dwellers. So we try to only eat insects once a year.
I had coconut shrimp. My dad had lobster. Husband was good and had salmon. Brother had walleye because that's all he ever orders. I forget what my mom ordered...and my uncle and his son had the Admiral's Feast which included all the different sea bugs. Lobster, crab legs, scallops, shrimp. Oh, we also had crab stuffed mushrooms and lobster artichoke dip. I don't care. It was really good.
I couldn't have my usual martini that I like to order, so I ordered a virgin mudslide. Mainly because I was craving chocolate. I don't really like how the bartender made it. Why would you substitute pina-colada mix for Bailey's and Kahlua? They're not even remotely close. Just throw some ice cream in there and chocolate syrup. It tasted funny, but oh well. I wish I could have had the regular kind. I have to find some non-alcoholic Irish cream and coffee liqueur and then my life will be complete. Let me know where I can find these items.
After dinner, we went to my mom and dad's house and opened gifts. We normally do one gift on Christma Eve and then the rest the next morning. But this year we did them all on Christmas Eve and we'll do stockings this morning. Mainly because it's difficult to coordinate with the fact that we also spend time with Husband's family who live 20 minutes away - but I don't know, we just wanted to do them last night. So we did. Presents are always nice, but I just really enjoy spending time with my family. My mom and dad surprised us with a new Garmin. I'm so pumped. I'll never get lost again. Unless (according to a friend of mine), if I am like Michael Scott, and then I'll end up in a lake. She has a point. A few years ago when I drove down to Madison to take a state exam for a probation and parole position with the Department of Corrections - I stayed in a hotel close to the DOC main office. I didn't know how to get there, but all was well because I borrowed my mom and dad's Garmin. It was going fine until it told me to continue going straight through a construction zone which was barricaded off. I was a total idiot. I should have just turned and had it recalculate, but I was so confused so I just went through it. I have a SUV and it can pretty much handle anything as long as it isn't some deep pit or something. I had to get out and move a barrier in order to drive through. People may have stared. It took me right into the parking lot. Then I noticed that I could have just turned left before the construction zone, went around the block, and ended up on the street that ran parallel to the parking lot. Also, it would have taken me to the correct door also. So, the Garmin (and any GPS device really) is a great thing to have, but you don't have to take it literally. If it tells you to go into a lake, don't go. Just keep driving and it will give you new recalculated directions. I'm really stupid. I like to think of myself as a smart person, too. So it concerns me how many people out there who are actually dumber than me who own these. I'm sure that at least one person has ended up in a lake.
I also got a sweet fur hat, a cute pink maternity sweater with a hood, and the Toy Story trilogy, which rocks my world.
Today we'll be hanging out at my mom and dad's for a bit. Church had a Christmas program this morning and I didn't get up early enough to make it. It started 10 minutes ago. I was exhausted last night and got to bed way too late. My uncle is making prime rib for dinner, which we do nearly every year and it's so good. He makes it kind of rare though so I'll either have to take an outer piece or sear mine in a pan because I think pregnant ladies have to eat thoroughly cooked meat. I don't care. I just want something to eat horseradish with. We also have potatoes. And pie. Oh yum.
I think we'll visit Husband's family later tonight, weather and roads permitting. Tomorrow we'll spend time with Husband's family as well. I'll be cooking Italian. We'll be having lasagna and appetizers, and opening gifts with them.
The holidays are nice, but I don't like the aftermath. Putting away the directions is a huge pain in my butt, and then my house just looks bleak while the outside is covered with snow. Christmas lights and wreaths and sparkly things make the snowy outside feel special. Now it's just going to look like a barren wasteland until April. It's going to be a long three months.
I'm planning a little shindig for New Years Eve. Since I'm pregnant and tired and boring, I'll be inviting people who will appreciate the fact that the party will end at 8pm so that I can go to bed. This includes my friends Amy & Nicole who will bring their husbands and their little kids. Nicole is pregnant and Amy doesn't drink, so the fact that we'll be toasting 8pm with sparkling juice will be of no issue. We'll eat some food and play some boardgames and watch our husbands drink a beer, and then everyone will go home and I will go to bed. It's going to be fun.
I believe Husband and I will have our Christmas at this point too. He and I aren't exchanging gifts this weekend, mainly because we couldn't afford to get each other anything. I get paid on Thursday, so we'll have some extra, and we'll get each other something little. Something LITTLE. I know what I'm getting him already. I feel bad because he went and got me something already which I told him not to. He got me a bunch of my favorite chocolate. He said it's not a big deal and just wanted to get me a little something. I sort of wish he hadn't because I didn't get him anything and now I feel guilty. But I do appreciate the creme de menth meltaways, the Ferrero Rocher, the dark chocolate Lindor truffles, and the caramel bars. :)
I hope you all had a great weekend so far. :)
For who knows how many years now (13+), we eat Christmas Eve dinner at Red Lobster. It's a bizarre tradition and I don't even know how it started. I'm thinking the first time it happened, it was a spur of the moment decision due to poor planning and not having anything to cook for dinner, and being late while the stores were closed, we drove around town looking for something other than fast food. And behold, Red Lobster was the only place open. We do it every year now. It's really the only time we eat there. Seafood is way too much for us to eat on a regular basis. It's really not good for you, so we do it once a year, as if it's okay. You know that a lobster's closest relative is the cockroach, right? Well, it is. Along with all the other sea bottom dwellers. So we try to only eat insects once a year.
I had coconut shrimp. My dad had lobster. Husband was good and had salmon. Brother had walleye because that's all he ever orders. I forget what my mom ordered...and my uncle and his son had the Admiral's Feast which included all the different sea bugs. Lobster, crab legs, scallops, shrimp. Oh, we also had crab stuffed mushrooms and lobster artichoke dip. I don't care. It was really good.
I couldn't have my usual martini that I like to order, so I ordered a virgin mudslide. Mainly because I was craving chocolate. I don't really like how the bartender made it. Why would you substitute pina-colada mix for Bailey's and Kahlua? They're not even remotely close. Just throw some ice cream in there and chocolate syrup. It tasted funny, but oh well. I wish I could have had the regular kind. I have to find some non-alcoholic Irish cream and coffee liqueur and then my life will be complete. Let me know where I can find these items.
After dinner, we went to my mom and dad's house and opened gifts. We normally do one gift on Christma Eve and then the rest the next morning. But this year we did them all on Christmas Eve and we'll do stockings this morning. Mainly because it's difficult to coordinate with the fact that we also spend time with Husband's family who live 20 minutes away - but I don't know, we just wanted to do them last night. So we did. Presents are always nice, but I just really enjoy spending time with my family. My mom and dad surprised us with a new Garmin. I'm so pumped. I'll never get lost again. Unless (according to a friend of mine), if I am like Michael Scott, and then I'll end up in a lake. She has a point. A few years ago when I drove down to Madison to take a state exam for a probation and parole position with the Department of Corrections - I stayed in a hotel close to the DOC main office. I didn't know how to get there, but all was well because I borrowed my mom and dad's Garmin. It was going fine until it told me to continue going straight through a construction zone which was barricaded off. I was a total idiot. I should have just turned and had it recalculate, but I was so confused so I just went through it. I have a SUV and it can pretty much handle anything as long as it isn't some deep pit or something. I had to get out and move a barrier in order to drive through. People may have stared. It took me right into the parking lot. Then I noticed that I could have just turned left before the construction zone, went around the block, and ended up on the street that ran parallel to the parking lot. Also, it would have taken me to the correct door also. So, the Garmin (and any GPS device really) is a great thing to have, but you don't have to take it literally. If it tells you to go into a lake, don't go. Just keep driving and it will give you new recalculated directions. I'm really stupid. I like to think of myself as a smart person, too. So it concerns me how many people out there who are actually dumber than me who own these. I'm sure that at least one person has ended up in a lake.
I also got a sweet fur hat, a cute pink maternity sweater with a hood, and the Toy Story trilogy, which rocks my world.
Today we'll be hanging out at my mom and dad's for a bit. Church had a Christmas program this morning and I didn't get up early enough to make it. It started 10 minutes ago. I was exhausted last night and got to bed way too late. My uncle is making prime rib for dinner, which we do nearly every year and it's so good. He makes it kind of rare though so I'll either have to take an outer piece or sear mine in a pan because I think pregnant ladies have to eat thoroughly cooked meat. I don't care. I just want something to eat horseradish with. We also have potatoes. And pie. Oh yum.
I think we'll visit Husband's family later tonight, weather and roads permitting. Tomorrow we'll spend time with Husband's family as well. I'll be cooking Italian. We'll be having lasagna and appetizers, and opening gifts with them.
The holidays are nice, but I don't like the aftermath. Putting away the directions is a huge pain in my butt, and then my house just looks bleak while the outside is covered with snow. Christmas lights and wreaths and sparkly things make the snowy outside feel special. Now it's just going to look like a barren wasteland until April. It's going to be a long three months.
I'm planning a little shindig for New Years Eve. Since I'm pregnant and tired and boring, I'll be inviting people who will appreciate the fact that the party will end at 8pm so that I can go to bed. This includes my friends Amy & Nicole who will bring their husbands and their little kids. Nicole is pregnant and Amy doesn't drink, so the fact that we'll be toasting 8pm with sparkling juice will be of no issue. We'll eat some food and play some boardgames and watch our husbands drink a beer, and then everyone will go home and I will go to bed. It's going to be fun.
I believe Husband and I will have our Christmas at this point too. He and I aren't exchanging gifts this weekend, mainly because we couldn't afford to get each other anything. I get paid on Thursday, so we'll have some extra, and we'll get each other something little. Something LITTLE. I know what I'm getting him already. I feel bad because he went and got me something already which I told him not to. He got me a bunch of my favorite chocolate. He said it's not a big deal and just wanted to get me a little something. I sort of wish he hadn't because I didn't get him anything and now I feel guilty. But I do appreciate the creme de menth meltaways, the Ferrero Rocher, the dark chocolate Lindor truffles, and the caramel bars. :)
I hope you all had a great weekend so far. :)
Monday, December 20, 2010
tis the season...
...for crappy drivers.
Husband took me to a coffee shop after work. I wanted to pick up some last minute stocking stuffers for the loves of my life. I also wanted to get a white hot chocolate. Oh yum, by the way. You should totally try one.
It's snowing. Husband did the thing that we harp on people for...making your own parking spot in the middle of the parking lot when you can't see the lines. Really stupid. But I support him. He is my husband, and he was angry that someone else took the spot near the door that he was eyeing up.
So we get our stuff and come back outside. we see a lady in a Camry (or something similar) with the front end stuck in the snow. It looked as though she tried to bypass the parking lot and get out to the road by driving through what is actually a huge grassy area. Only, it's covered with 2 feet of snow, so I have no idea what she was thinking. She was STUCK. We're nice people. Naturally, husband offered to try to push her out. It wasn't working. I went inside to ask for a shovel. The barista looked at me like I was a shovel thief and he refused to allow me the use of a shovel. Rather, he said he would be out shortly to help. Fine, you shovel Nazi.
I go outside to see that some old man with a SUV had appeared and just happened to have chains. I see my husband face down in the snowy parking lot on his belly trying to attach the chains to the Camry's undercarriage. Then I see him stand up and he's filthy wet. Why does the young guy always have to get dirty? So the other dude tries to pull her out with the chains. She still has the car in park. Husband tells her to put it in neutral. Old man tells her instead to put it in reverse, pressing on the gas to aid in getting unstuck. He does not, however, tell her that once she is free to immediately brake. This is assumed, assumed that she's smart enough to know. Well, she does not break once free, and continues to fly backward and just barely hit the guy's SUV. Luckily she was at an angle so went alongside instead. But all was not over. She was still attached by chain, and then the car and SUV were sort of whiplashed by the chain that attached them both as she continued to fly backward while the SUV remained stationary. The old man became angry and started swearing and yelling, "What the hell are you doing WOMAN?!" I thought that there was going to be some sort of fight. I signaled to Husband that maybe now would be a good time to leave. But then the old man calmed down, sort of. He caught himself when he saw that the lady looked like she was about to cry. He screamed in her face, "MERRY CHRISTMAS!! IT'S OKAY!!!" I've never seen someone yell and grit their teeth while trying to contain their anger and smile. It was weird. And I just stood there in the blizzard and watched while drinking my hot chocolate. Yes. It's blizzarding, again.
My house smells like poop and I don't know why. I'm worried that my cat left a secret santa gift somewhere for us to find it.
We received our Christmas cards in the mail today. Late. Christmas cards for people will be late. Oh well. They are worth it. It's probably the worst picture of us ever. We're wearing fur trapper hats and standing in the blizzard from last weekend.
Now that I'm grown up and about to be a parent myself in a few short months, I've realized that all of the "cool" parents during my childhood were actually just really bad parents.
The other day I was bored. In case anyone was wondering, a watched pot does boil.
I saw an advertisement that said, "Follow Jell-O on Twitter." Awesome, because I've been wondering what Jell-O has been up to lately.
Also, if a ceiling fan could hold my weight, I would never be bored again.
And finally, my aunt sent me coconut cookies. From Guam. I'm so excited to eat them, you don't even know!!!! :)
Husband took me to a coffee shop after work. I wanted to pick up some last minute stocking stuffers for the loves of my life. I also wanted to get a white hot chocolate. Oh yum, by the way. You should totally try one.
It's snowing. Husband did the thing that we harp on people for...making your own parking spot in the middle of the parking lot when you can't see the lines. Really stupid. But I support him. He is my husband, and he was angry that someone else took the spot near the door that he was eyeing up.
So we get our stuff and come back outside. we see a lady in a Camry (or something similar) with the front end stuck in the snow. It looked as though she tried to bypass the parking lot and get out to the road by driving through what is actually a huge grassy area. Only, it's covered with 2 feet of snow, so I have no idea what she was thinking. She was STUCK. We're nice people. Naturally, husband offered to try to push her out. It wasn't working. I went inside to ask for a shovel. The barista looked at me like I was a shovel thief and he refused to allow me the use of a shovel. Rather, he said he would be out shortly to help. Fine, you shovel Nazi.
I go outside to see that some old man with a SUV had appeared and just happened to have chains. I see my husband face down in the snowy parking lot on his belly trying to attach the chains to the Camry's undercarriage. Then I see him stand up and he's filthy wet. Why does the young guy always have to get dirty? So the other dude tries to pull her out with the chains. She still has the car in park. Husband tells her to put it in neutral. Old man tells her instead to put it in reverse, pressing on the gas to aid in getting unstuck. He does not, however, tell her that once she is free to immediately brake. This is assumed, assumed that she's smart enough to know. Well, she does not break once free, and continues to fly backward and just barely hit the guy's SUV. Luckily she was at an angle so went alongside instead. But all was not over. She was still attached by chain, and then the car and SUV were sort of whiplashed by the chain that attached them both as she continued to fly backward while the SUV remained stationary. The old man became angry and started swearing and yelling, "What the hell are you doing WOMAN?!" I thought that there was going to be some sort of fight. I signaled to Husband that maybe now would be a good time to leave. But then the old man calmed down, sort of. He caught himself when he saw that the lady looked like she was about to cry. He screamed in her face, "MERRY CHRISTMAS!! IT'S OKAY!!!" I've never seen someone yell and grit their teeth while trying to contain their anger and smile. It was weird. And I just stood there in the blizzard and watched while drinking my hot chocolate. Yes. It's blizzarding, again.
My house smells like poop and I don't know why. I'm worried that my cat left a secret santa gift somewhere for us to find it.
We received our Christmas cards in the mail today. Late. Christmas cards for people will be late. Oh well. They are worth it. It's probably the worst picture of us ever. We're wearing fur trapper hats and standing in the blizzard from last weekend.
Now that I'm grown up and about to be a parent myself in a few short months, I've realized that all of the "cool" parents during my childhood were actually just really bad parents.
The other day I was bored. In case anyone was wondering, a watched pot does boil.
I saw an advertisement that said, "Follow Jell-O on Twitter." Awesome, because I've been wondering what Jell-O has been up to lately.
Also, if a ceiling fan could hold my weight, I would never be bored again.
And finally, my aunt sent me coconut cookies. From Guam. I'm so excited to eat them, you don't even know!!!! :)
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