Thursday, February 28, 2008

What a day

I'm sick -- have the flu ... got sick last night while working my second job ... thanks for the tummy issues, dear husband. lol

The new job is going all right -- there were technical and user issues the first night, but I think it went better last night, even if I'm still pretty slow ... I still got more lines per hour last night than I did at the old job yesterday. Hoping the speed picks up quickly. Need to log in over there and check out my email and see if I have any feedback.

Here are things I love about the job: I don't get 100+ emails every day about things that don't apply to me (one of the biggest time wasters at my old job). They call me if I email them with a problem and help get it fixed *right then*. My new boss is a complete sweetheart as are her assistants. They pay maternity leave, but only if you get pregnant while you work for them (bummer). Here's the thing, though. They pay it to moms and dads who work for them -- 4-8 weeks, depending on a few factors. So if a man worked there and his wife got pregnant, they'd pay him maternity leave. I don't feel icky when it's time to work -- I want to work extra and am motivated to work. That right there says a lot, no?

I know it's going to take a bit longer than I'd wanted to get up to speed, so for now, I may just keep both jobs. I'm in the second trimester and mostly feeling better, although being sick sure isn't helping. I called off the first job today so I can rest up (and spend time in the potty ...) but I am going to hop over there a bit later and try and get a couple extra hours in -- they were asking for help on an account and said if we worked over our shift on that account they'd pay lines and a half. Seriously. I used to just get paid my base rate to jump around 10-15 different accounts all day. ROCK ON!!! lol Even though I'm sick, I can't turn my nose up at that.

Their website is www.transtechmedical.com and if any of my MT friends/family apply there, I fully expect you to give them my name so I can get the referral bonus. :P

Kiddo is doing great -- actually letting me do her hair now and stuff. She's enjoying school and seems to have some really good friends. I know we'll all miss that when we move, but we really need to get out of the mortgage and other debt. And her favorite car is the Exploder. not the nice, new PT cruiser. The 1991 ford exploder ... lolol. She's hilarious. One of our plans is to sell the cruiser when we sell the house (or in a year, depending on small fry's next visit) and get a used minivan. It'll be interesting.

Hubby is doing great except for the flu bug. Bah.

I am going to see a neurologist today to talk about my migraines. Part of OB's recommendations since I've had so many since getting pregnant. Usually one a year, I've had 6-7 in the last 6 weeks or so.

Lastly, this is very cute. Korean kid singing Hey Jude.

Monday, February 25, 2008

I heart Google

Kiddo's towel rod fell off the wall a week or two ago. She didn't tell me, just stuck it back up in place. Every time she takes a bath, it falls off again because it's just "stuck" there. Not fixed.

I got sick of hearing it clatter to the ground and, not wanting to have to replace it if it broke, I looked up on google. "how to replace towel rod"

I had no flipping idea there were little screws down there you have to loosen, put the bracket and rod back in place, and then tighten the screw. But I did it! It's back on the wall! I be a happy camper.

And as a side note: I will be changing jobs shortly. Same job, new company. The a computer from my new company showed up today. Tech was supposed to call tonight to get it set up, but our phone has been screwy, so I'll have to call them first thing on the cell phone and get it going. Wahooo!!!

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And a survey!

1. Were you named after anyone? Yes.
2. When was the last time you cried? Today.
3. Do you like your handwriting? Mostly.
4. What is your favorite lunch meat? Depends on the day.
5. Do you have any kids? Two and one on the way.
6. If you were another person, would you be friends with you? Most of the time.
7. Do you use sarcasm a lot? Define a lot.
8. Do you still have your tonsils? No.
9. Would you bungee jump? Not even if you paid me.
10. What is your favorite cereal? frosted mini wheats.
11. Do you untie your shoes when you take them off? No.
12. Do you think you are strong? hahahahahah ... I'm struggling.
13. What is your favorite ice cream? Chubby Hubby. Too bad I can't have chocolate.
14. What is the first thing you notice about people? Depends on the situation.
15. Red or pink? Red.
16. What is the least favorite thing about yourself? My weight.
17. Who do you miss the most? My mommy. Wish she lived closer.
18. What color shoes are you wearing? I'm not.
19. What was the last thing you ate? An oatmeal cookie made by me for me.
20. What are you listening to right now? Kiddo giggling while she shreds paper.
21. If you were a crayon, what color would you be? Sexy.
22. What are your favorite smells? Hubby right out of the shower, or after he's been ... "working out." Kiddo's hair after a bath. My niece's baby hair ... so sweet.
23. Who was the last person you talked to on the phone? My new boss.
24. Favorite sports to watch? Ice skating.
25. Hair color? Dark. Needs a touch up though.
26. Eye color? Blue.
27. Do you wear contacts? Not anymore!
28. Favorite food? I have no idea ... what used to be my favorite isn't going down so easy anymore.
29. Scary movies or happy endings? Happy endings, please and thank you.
30. Last movie you watched? Stardust.
31. What color shirt are you wearing? White.
32. Favorite dessert? This week, angel food cake with strawberries.
33. What book are you reading now? LOTR2, the two towers.
34. What is on your mouse pad? "the orman grubb company." they made my desk and it's attached.
35. What did you watch on TV last night? Some wizard show on Disney.
36. Favorite sound? hubby and kiddo laughing.
37. Rolling Stones or Beatles? Beatles.
38. What is the farthest you have been from home? Germany/Austria.
39. Do you have a special talent? Bugging my husband.
40. Where were you born? Provo, UT. Kiddo was born at the same hospital.
What do vibrators, Robert DeNiro, video games, pastries, and homicidal robots have in common?

NOTHING. Except they were all featured prominently in my dreams last night.

Recurring dream: Hubby was playing video games and told me I'd worn him out and to use a vibe. So I had a vibrator in my pants throughout my dreams randomly. And whenever this dream occurred, I couldn't get it to turn off, nor could I remove it from my pants.

WEIRD dream: Robert DeNiro was a cop who wanted to be a pastry chef. Only he wanted to make the perfect pastry, not a mediocre substitution. So he became a robot, programmed to make the perfect pastry ... and try and take over the world. I of course discovered his perfidious pastry power-tripping plot, and his right hand robot decided to try and kill me.

In recent weeks, I've had very vivid dreams of being a spy, undercover agent, protecting small children and preventing people from blowing me up.

I can explain the vibe dream: I read an article a week or two ago about a guy who wore one in his pants in an airport and got through security. With it ON. I thought it was hilarious, but never thought I'd DREAM about something similar.

As for the DeNiro dream, my current favorite movie is StarDust and I've watched it a few times since Valentine's Day. If you haven't seen it, go watch it. The right hand robot looked, oddly enough, like his first mate.

The spy/agent dreams, I cannot explain. My all-time favorite TV show is ALIAS, which I have on DVD, but finished the series a while ago (october-ish???) and haven't turned it back on since (although I probably will now). So I can't figure out why that is playing so prominently in my dream.

I did have a rather amusing dream about trying to play competitive volleyball ... but my right arm wouldn't work right. I couldn't serve, spike, or bump ... it just would NOT cooperate. I woke up with a dead right arm ... and laughed and laughed.

The really wild thing is that hubby comes in the bedroom every morning about the same time, and in my half-awake state I tell him all about my dreams ... and he spends about 30 minutes laughing at me. I'm sure I'm having such crazy dreams because of the pregnancy though. At least, that's what I tell myself to make myself go to sleep at night.

Strange, Stranger, and Weirdest yet

What do vibrators, Robert DeNiro, video games, pastries, and homicidal robots have in common?

NOTHING. Except they were all featured prominently in my dreams last night.

Recurring dream: Hubby was playing video games and told me I'd worn him out and to use a vibe. So I had a vibrator in my pants throughout my dreams randomly. And whenever this dream occurred, I couldn't get it to turn off, nor could I remove it from my pants.

WEIRD dream: Robert DeNiro was a cop who wanted to be a pastry chef. Only he wanted to make the perfect pastry, not a mediocre substitution. So he became a robot, programmed to make the perfect pastry ... and try and take over the world. I of course discovered his perfidious pastry power-tripping plot, and his right hand robot decided to try and kill me.

In recent weeks, I've had very vivid dreams of being a spy, undercover agent, protecting small children and preventing people from blowing me up.

I can explain the vibe dream: I read an article a week or two ago about a guy who wore one in his pants in an airport and got through security. With it ON. I thought it was hilarious, but never thought I'd DREAM about something similar.

As for the DeNiro dream, my current favorite movie is StarDust and I've watched it a few times since Valentine's Day. If you haven't seen it, go watch it. The right hand robot looked, oddly enough, like his first mate.

The spy/agent dreams, I cannot explain. My all-time favorite TV show is ALIAS, which I have on DVD, but finished the series a while ago (october-ish???) and haven't turned it back on since (although I probably will now). So I can't figure out why that is playing so prominently in my dream.

I did have a rather amusing dream about trying to play competitive volleyball ... but my right arm wouldn't work right. I couldn't serve, spike, or bump ... it just would NOT cooperate. I woke up with a dead right arm ... and laughed and laughed.

The really wild thing is that hubby comes in the bedroom every morning about the same time, and in my half-awake state I tell him all about my dreams ... and he spends about 30 minutes laughing at me. I'm sure I'm having such crazy dreams because of the pregnancy though. At least, that's what I tell myself to make myself go to sleep at night.

Friday, February 22, 2008

I stole it from Dawn!

Okay, sort of. I went to the website she directed me to because I wanted to see the questions she baleeted. I wish I hadn't and baleeted them too.

1. Let us assume you met a rudimentary magician. Let us assume he can do five simple tricks--he can pull a rabbit out of his hat, he can make a coin disappear, he can turn the ace of spades into the Joker card, and two others in a similar vein. These are his only tricks and he can't learn any more; he can only do these five. HOWEVER, it turns out he's doing these five tricks with real magic. It's not an illusion; he can actually conjure the bunny out of the ether and he can move the coin through space. He's legitimately magical, but extremely limited in scope and influence.

Would this person be more impressive than Albert Einstein?

No. Einstein was a genius uncomparable to any other. This dude is too limited.

2. Baleeted.

3. Let us assume there are two boxes on a table. In one box, there is a relatively normal turtle; in the other, Adolf Hitler's skull. You have to select one of these items for your home. If you select the turtle, you can't give it away and you have to keep it alive for two years; if either of these parameters are not met, you will be fined $999 by the state. If you select Hitler's skull, you are required to display it in a semi-prominent location in your living room for the same amount of time, although you will be paid a stipend of $120 per month for doing so. Display of the skull must be apolitical.

Which option do you select?

I kill things. The turtle would die and I wouldn't be able to pay the fine. So, probably the skull ... figuring out a way to make it less creepy.

4. Genetic engineers at Johns Hopkins University announce that they have developed a so-called "super gorilla." Though the animal cannot speak, it has a sign language lexicon of over twelve thousand words, an I.Q. of almost 85, and--most notably--a vague sense of self-awareness. Oddly, the creature (who weighs seven hundred pounds) becomes fascinated by football. The gorilla aspires to play the game at its highest level and quickly develops the rudimentary skills of a defensive end. ESPN analyst Tom Jackson speculates that this gorilla would be "borderline unblockable" and would likely average six sacks a game (although Jackson concedes the beast might be susceptible to counters and misdirection plays). Meanwhile, the gorilla has made it clear he would never intentionally injure any opponent.

You are commissioner of the NFL: Would you allow this gorilla to sign with the Oakland Raiders?

No, he's still not a human. :P

5. You meet your soul mate. However, there is a catch: Every three years, someone will break both of your soul mate's collarbones with a Crescent wrench, and there is only one way you can stop this from happening: You must swallow a pill that will make every song you hear--for the rest of your life--sound as if it's being performed by the band Alice in Chains. When you hear Creedence Clearwater Revival on the radio, it will sound (to your ears) like it's being played by Alice in Chains. If you see Radiohead live, every one of their tunes will sound like it's being covered by Alice in Chains. When you hear a commercial jingle on TV, it will sound like Alice in Chains; if you sing to yourself in the shower, your voice will sound like deceased Alice vocalist Layne Staley performing a capella (but it will only sound this way to you).

Would you swallow the pill?

Like Dawn -- if by "soul mate" you mean love of your life and you're already hooked up with them, sure what the heck. It'd make church very interesting ...

6. At long last, someone invents "the dream VCR." This machine allows you to tape an entire evening's worth of your own dreams, which you can then watch at your leisure. However, the inventor of the dream VCR will only allow you to use this device of you agree to a strange caveat: When you watch your dreams, you must do so with your family and your closest friends in the same room. They get to watch your dreams along with you. And if you don't agree to this, you can't use the dream VCR.

Would you still do this?

Yeah, they all have dirty dreams, too.

7. Defying all expectation, a group of Scottish marine biologists capture a live Loch Ness Monster. In an almost unbelievable coincidence, a bear hunter in the Pacific Northwest shoots a Sasquatch in the thigh, thereby allowing zoologists to take the furry monster into captivity. These events happen on the same afternoon. That evening, the president announces he may have thyroid cancer and will undergo a biopsy later that week.

You are the front page editor of The New York Times: What do you play as the biggest story?

I like Dawn's answer about the president propositioning the Monster ... Especially since we're NYT. But because it's the NYT, the biggest story would actually be that there is a factual basis to any of those stories ...

8. You meet the perfect person. Romantically, this person is ideal: You find them physically attractive, intellectually stimulating, consistently funny, and deeply compassionate. However, they have one quirk: This individual is obsessed with Jim Henson's gothic puppet fantasy The Dark Crystal. Beyond watching it on DVD at least once a month, he/she peppers casual conversation with Dark Crystal references, uses Dark Crystal analogies to explain everyday events, and occasionally likes to talk intensely about the film's "deeper philosophy."

Would this be enough to stop you from marrying this individual?

We all have our issues.

9. A novel titled Interior Mirror is released to mammoth commerical success (despite middling reviews). However, a curious social trend emerges: Though no one can prove a direct scientific link, it appears that almost 30 percent of the people who read this book immediately become homosexual. Many of these newfound homosexuals credit the book for helping them reach this conclusion about their orientation, despite the fact that Interior Mirror is ostensibly a crime novel with no homoerotic content (and was written by a straight man).

Would this phenomenon increase (or decrease) the likliehood of you reading this book?

Would depend on the day and my depression level. Probably decrease it.

10. This is the opening line of Jay McInerney's Bright Lights, Big City: "You are not the kind of guy who would be in a place like this at this time of the morning." Think about that line in the context of the novel (assuming you've read it). Now go to your CD collection and find Heart's Little Queen album (assuming you own it). Listen to the opening riff to "Barracuda."

Which of these two introductions is a higher form of art?

Being completely unfamiliar with either one, I vote The Princess Bride (novel).

11. You are watching a movie in a crowded theater. Though the plot is mediocre, you find yourself dazzled by the special effects. But with twenty minutes left in the film, you are struck with an undeniable feeling of doom: You are suddenly certain your mother has just died. There is no logical reason for this to be true, but you are certain of it. You are overtaken with the irrational metaphysical sense that--somewhere--your mom has just perished. But this is only an intuitive, amorphous feeling; there is no evidence for this, and your mother has not been ill.

Would you immediately exit the theater, or would you finish watching the movie?

Immediately leave the theater. Freaky story: When I was a teenager, I was sitting in church with my folks and had the most overwhelming feeling that were going to die. I started sobbing uncontrollably -- and it was one of those irrational metaphysical feelings. But I knew they couldn't continue their plans after church or I would *never* be seated next to them in church again. I knew they would die on their way to or from the store, and the only way to get them not to go when they'd planned was to tell them so. I finally told mom what was wrong, and they didn't go. Several hours later (and several hungry kids -- no food in the house) prompted them to ask me if it'd be okay if they picked up some groceries. It was fine then, they went, and everything was okay. Except for the fact that they broke the Sabbath, but they listened to me and everything was good.

I've had similar feelings, although less intense, since then about times I should avoid certain places and the only times I've ignored it, I've run into members of my ex's family or been in car accidents. Lesson? Don't ignore your intuition or the Spirit telling you stuff.

12. You meet a wizard in downtown Chicago. The wizard tells you he can make you more attractive if you pay him money. When you ask how this process works, the wizard points to a random person on the street. You look at this random stranger. The wizard says, "I will now make them a dollar more attractive." He waves his magic wand. Ostensibly, this person does not change at all; as far as you can tell, nothing is different. But--somehow--this person is suddenly a little more appealing. The tangible difference is invisible to the naked eye, but you can't deny that this person is vaguely sexier. This wizard has a weird rule, though--you can only pay him once. You can't keep giving him money until you're satisfied. You can only pay him one lump sum up front.

How much cash do you give the wizard?

Hubby already thinks I'm the hawtest thing on the planet ... but ... I vote $50.

13. Every person you have ever slept with is invited to a banquet where you are the guest of honor. No one will be in attendance except you, the collection of your former lovers, and the catering service. After the meal, you are asked to give a fifteen-minute speech to the assembly.

What do you talk about?

There would be no words. My sweet husband would have killed my ex-husband and we'd be on the run. But he would be very muchly thanked once we were safe. :P lol

14. For reasons that cannot be explained, cats can suddenly read at a twelfth-grade level. They can't talk and they can't write, but they can read silently and understand the text. Many cats love this new skill, because they now have something to do all day while they lay around the house; however, a few cats become depressed, because reading forces them to realize the limitations of their existence (not to mention the utter frustration of being unable to express themselves).

This being the case, do you think the average cat would enjoy Garfield, or would cats find this cartoon to be an insulting caricature?

Insulting.

15. You have a brain tumor. Though there is no discomfort at the moment, this tumor would unquestionably kill you in six months. However, your life can (and will) be saved by an operation; the only downside is that there will be a brutal incision to your frontal lobe. After the surgery, you will be significantly less intelligent. You will still be a fully functioning adult, but you will be less logical, you will have a terrible memory, and you will have little ability to understand complex concepts or difficult ideas. The surgery is in two weeks.

How do you spend the next fourteen days?

Having had to make a slightly less drastic decision about a very invasive surgery, but one that would only leave me with a ginormous scar and a healthier heart, I'd be crying. Re-organizing my affairs since life has changed in the last two years. Re-recording tapes for DD and DH to listen to while I was in the hosptal -- songs, memories, voices ... taking a family photo. Did all that before the big surgery.

I wouldn't have though to take a bunch of pictures or make a record of my life to help the memory problems later, but rather like Dawn's idea with that.

16. Someone builds and optical portal that allows you to see a vision of your own life in the future (it's essentially a crystal ball that shows a randomly selected image of what your life will be like in twenty years). You can only see into this portal for thirty seconds. When you finally peer into the crystal, you see yourself in a living room, two decades older than you are today. You are watching a Canadian football game, and you are extremely happy. You are wearing a CFL jersey. Your chair is surrounded by books and magazines that promote the Canadian Football League, and there are CFL pennants covering your walls. You are alone in the room, but you are gleefully muttering about historical moments in Canadian football history. It becomes clear that—for some unknown reason—you have become obsessed with Canadian football. And this future is static and absolute; no matter what you do, this future will happen. The optical portal is never wrong. This destiny cannot be changed.
The next day, you are flipping through television channels and randomly come across a pre-season CFL game between the Toronto Argonauts and the Saskatchewan Roughriders.

Knowing your inevitable future, do you now watch it?

No.

17. You are sitting in an empty bar (in a town you've never before visited), drinking Bacardi with a soft-spoken acquaintance you barely know. After an hour, a third individual walks into the tavern and sits by himself, and you ask your acquaintance who the new man is. "Be careful of that guy," you are told. "He is a man with a past." A few minutes later, a fourth person enters the bar; he also sits alone. You ask your acquaintance who this new individual is. "Be careful of that guy, too," he says. "He is a man with no past."

Which of these two people do you trust less?

The one with the past. The one without the past is obviously a hit man or spy and you can count on him to kill people.

18. You have won a prize. The prize has two options, and you can choose either (but not both). The first option is a year in Europe with a monthly stipend of $2,000. The second option is ten minutes on the moon.

Which option do you select?

Europe, if sweetie can go with me.

19. Your best friend is taking a nap on the floor of your living room. Suddenly, you are faced with a bizarre existential problem: This friend is going to die unless you kick them (as hard as you can) in the rib cage. If you don't kick them while they slumber, they will never wake up. However, you can never explain this to your friend; if you later inform them that you did this to save their life, they will also die from that. So you have to kick a sleeping friend in the ribs, and you can't tell them why.

Since you cannot tell your friend the truth, what excuse will you fabricate to explain this (seemingly inexplicable) attack?

They had a huge spider on them and the only thing I could think to do was to step on it. Hard.

20. For whatever the reason, two unauthorized movies are made about your life. The first is an independently released documentary, primarily comprised of interviews with people who know you and bootleg footage from your actual life. Critics are describing the documentary as "brutally honest and relentlessly fair." Meanwhile, Columbia Tri-Star has produced a big-budget biopic of your life, casting major Hollywood stars as you and all your acquaintances; though the movie is based on actual events, screenwriters have taken some liberties with the facts. Critics are split on the artistic merits of this fictionalized account, but audiences love it.

Which film would you be most interested in seeing?

Come on, they're both fairly boring ... But probably option two, having been through option one. Although it might be interesting to see how my family and friends really view me ...

21. Imagine you could go back to the age of five and relive the rest of your life, knowing everything that you know now. You will reexperience your entire adolescence with both the cognitive ability of an adult and the memories of everything you've learned form having lived your life previously.

Would you lose your virginity earlier or later than you did the first time around (and by how many years)?

Oh geeze ... I'd probably make the same choices, given that I was nearly 20 and with my ex, and we had a beautiful little girl later whom I've been blessed to raise in a good home.

22. You work in an office. Generally, you are popular with your coworkers. However, you discover that there are currently two rumors circulating the office gossip mill, and both involve you. The first rumor is that you got drunk at the office holiday party and had sex with one of your married coworkers. This rumor is completely true, but most people don't believe it. The second rumor is that you have been stealing hundreds of dollars of office supplies (and then selling them to cover a gambling debt). This rumor is completely false, but virtually everyone assumes it is factual.

Which of these two rumors is most troubling to you?

The first is actually more problematic for me since I adore my husband and can't imagine *wanting* to be with any other man ... The latter, there would be no evidence so wouldn't create too much of a problem for me.

23. Consider this possibility:

a. Think about deceased TV star John Ritter.

b. Now, pretend Ritter had never become famous. Pretend he was never affected by the trappings of fame, and try to imagine what his personality would have been like.

c. Now, imagine that this person—the unfamous John Ritter—is a character in a situation comedy.

d. Now, you are also a character in this sitcom, and the unfamous John Ritter character is your sitcom father.

e. However, this sitcom is actually your real life. In other words, you are living inside a sitcom: Everything about our life is a construction, featuring the unfamous John Ritter playing himself (in the role of your TV father). But this is not a sitcom. This is your real life.

How would you feel about this?

He'd still be dead too young. If he were my real father, that would be heartbreaking, but you have to move on.

Thursday, February 21, 2008

Something I Never Thought Would Happen

Hubby is stretching out my butt.

And it's not even a "fun" time.

I'm usually pretty bendy -- love yoga, even fat. TaeBo? I can kick over my head, even fat. Used to be able to do the splits, but I'd have to work at it again (and lose 100 pounds). Right now, though, there's a baby in the way.

Sitting on a hard chair for too long makes my sacrum hurt and sciatics flare up, and I can't stretch my own butt out because I can't flip my leg over my belly or get into deep stretchy positions because of the belly. Hubby has to very gently move my leg up over the baby and then push like mad while he's massaging the painful area with his other hand. It's not enjoyable in an "oooo, baby!" sort of way, but does feel good in a "I no longer hurt!" way, AND I can walk normally again for a few hours.

Thank heaven. I'm just gonna have to make him do it every day. hahahahaha.

Went to lunch with Hyz today -- it was awesome, she's so sweet, had a great time. We don't see each other nearly often enough, much like me with most of my friends, but I'm working on it! At any rate, she asked if I'd have more babies after this. Steph asked the same thing the other day via email (not at our lunch last week -- we were mostly talking about men and stuff with Prism).

The thing is, I know I'm 9 years older than I was with Munchkin. But I know if I wasn't so heavy, it wouldn't hurt this bad! So after baby comes, I gotta get my rear in gear and get some of this weight off before we even consider getting pregnant again. My joints, ligaments, and muscles feel it. And I'm wondering if it'd help the migraines, too.

Let this be a lesson to you: If you are more than 100 pounds overweight and want to have a baby, try and get rid of *some* of it before you get knocked up. It'll be easier on your body and better for the baby.

Wednesday, February 20, 2008

I can still wear hubby's scrubs tied around what's left of my waist.

This makes me happy.

And no. I did not take a picture.

uh ... yeah ...

just silliness.

Friday, February 15, 2008

Um, Happy Valentine's Day?

I guess I could've said something more about love and romance and hearts and sweet husbands yesterday, but I didn't. I posted a very sarcastic political joke instead, and, well, that wasn't very romantic.

My apologies dear reader.

Ahem.

Kiddo heart-attacked the wall and door to our bedroom. She's so cute -- we had done it together the year before to the wall above the bed, and she thought it was so much fun, she wanted to do it again. So she asked me to wake her up after he went to work Wednesday night so she could do it. She got about 1/4 done and said it was too much work and went back to bed. She got up early the next morning and finished. It was funny.

Hubby came home in a blizzard yesterday, barely getting home before kiddo had to be to tutoring, so he did not stop and get flowers (yes, he is a last-minute shopper, and no, it doesn't bug me. Anymore). I gave him Stardust, which we had rented a while ago and he loved it and wanted to see it again. And, because it is a romantic movie and made him gushy and lovey that day, I figured it might be a good way to get him back in that mood.

It was. It did. I did good.

We gave kiddo a stuffed unicorn, which she's been carting around every second and giving it lots of loves. She gave me a sucker. hehehe. I also made chinese last night (bbq pork, which he lurves), and japanese (not sushi. Yakisoba? Brain fart, can't remember what it's called. Basically, it's stir fry: Beef, noodles, veggies, flavoring). It was yummo.

He did go out yesterday afternoon and bought some lovely flowers for me, and gave me a gushy card. He had on his hawt jeans for the first time in a while (he's lost a bit of weight again), and I told him if he was wearing those to the store, he'd better put on his wedding ring (he doesn't wear it all the time 'cuz he can't wear it to work). He laughed but put it on. Too cute.

No, our lives aren't perfect. We'd had a "fight" the night before. A misunderstanding really, but even 6 months ago, it would have been much worse than it was and I would have cried and he wouldn't have spoken to me for a few days. Can I tell you how much I love him being on his Lamictal? It's a good thing for us. He's more rational and because he's not being a turd, I'm able to stay more calm usually too.

So all in all, we had a good Valentine's Day.

I went to the baby doctor today -- #4 ultrasound. Everything looks good and the baby is growing and kicking like mad. It looked a little squished though ... probably because my bladder was extremely full. lol.

Gotta get back to work. Hugs.
A FOURTH ultrasound

Yep. You heard me. He just wanted to check dates and make sure there was only one baby in there, especially since I'm feeling all this movement.

Yeah.

Still one baby.

Bigger than two weeks ago. We could see the little sutures in the skull, which is now forming.

It's still measuring on dates, but if I get gestational diabetes again, they'll induce me up to a week early.

Next visit is just a regular OB visit in four weeks.

Four weeks after that, we get to find out if we're having pink or blue. Oh, and if all the internal organs and brain are developing correctly.

Two weeks after that, I get to do a three-hour torture test. Ha. Diabetes test. He said everything looked good.

And said sex is okay, even if I spot up to 24 hours afterward.

WOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Thursday, February 14, 2008

Political Joke -- HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY!!!

This was originally about Hillary Clinton. But I much prefer this version.

One sunny day in 2009, an old man approached the White House from across Pennsylvania Avenue , where he'd been sitting on a park bench.
He spoke to the Marine standing guard and said, 'I would like to go in and meet with President George W. Bush.'
The Marine replied, 'Sir, Mr. Bush is no longer the President and doesn't reside here.'
The old man said, 'Okay,' and walked away.
The following day, the same man approached the White House and said to the same Marine, 'I would like to go in and meet with President George W. Bush'.
The Marine again told the man, 'Sir, as I said yesterday, Mr. Bush is no longer the President and doesn't reside here.'
The man thanked him and again walked away . . .
The third day, the same man approached the White House and spoke to the very same Marine, saying 'I would like to go in and meet with President George W. Bush.'
The Marine, understandably agitated at this point, looked at the man and said, 'Sir, this is the third day in a row you have been here asking to speak to Mr. Bush. I've told you already several times that Mr. Bush is no longer the President and doesn't reside here. Don't you understand?'
The old man answered, 'Oh, I understand you fine, I just love hearing your answer!'
The Marine snapped to attention, saluted and said 'See you tomorrow, sir.'

Political Joke

Okay, this was originally about Hillary Clinton ... but I much prefer this version.

One sunny day in 2009, an old man approached the White House from across Pennsylvania Avenue , where he'd been sitting on a park bench.
He spoke to the Marine standing guard and said, 'I would like to go in and meet with President George W. Bush.'
The Marine replied, 'Sir, Mr. Bush is no longer the President and doesn't reside here.'
The old man said, 'Okay,' and walked away.
The following day, the same man approached the White House and said to the same Marine, 'I would like to go in and meet with President George W. Bush'.
The Marine again told the man, 'Sir, as I said yesterday, Mr. Bush is no longer the President and doesn't reside here.'
The man thanked him and again walked away . . .
The third day, the same man approached the White House and spoke to the very same Marine, saying 'I would like to go in and meet with President George W. Bush.'
The Marine, understandably agitated at this point, looked at the man and said, 'Sir, this is the third day in a row you have been here asking to speak to Mr. Bush. I've told you already several times that Mr. Bush is no longer the President and doesn't reside here. Don't you understand?'
The old man answered, 'Oh, I understand you fine, I just love hearing your answer!'
The Marine snapped to attention, saluted and said 'See you tomorrow, sir.'

Monday, February 11, 2008

A Silly Reason to be Happy

I regularly read about 5 or 6 blogs -- I only regularly check blogs of my friends (whether you're IRL or on the net) that are regularly updated, and if they're not, I *might* check them once a month (*blush* even if they say, "HEY, go check my blog NOW. Sorry Bryner. Nice photos!!!).

Anyway. Why am I smiling?? In looking over them tonight (the first chance I've had), I noticed FOUR of the five/six copied my last meme: The counting survey.

Hey, I know y'all didn't all just copy it from me. We all read each other's blogs. Weird as that may be, it made me giggle and feel a lot better. :)

Saturday, February 9, 2008

Saturday is a Special Day

I'm feeling whiny, moody, and down. So, here are some random happy things to maybe help lift my mood.

Kiddo and I went shopping for a b-day present for one of her friends early yesterday morning. I suggested a new set of tires. She gave me "the look," then said, "You're cute when you're silly." She has been extremely hyper the last couple of weeks, frequently making me laugh, alternately making me crazy.

The baby is wiggly and has discovered tap dancing on my bladder. Most of the time I love the wiggles!

(I'm not doing so good at staying positive!)

Hubby had been taking some different diet pills, and when he noticed they were affecting his moods, he quit taking them on his own. The Lamictal is working great though, when he's off the diet pills, so we're happy with that.

I have two bras that fit! Mostly.

We talked to Small Fry last Sunday!

We're all supposed to go to DisGrace's tomorrow for dinner. Hope it happens.

(*Sigh*)

BA has her sugar gliders! So excited for her about that. Maybe dads aren't all bad. ;)

We had Chinese and Mexican for dinner. I know, weird combo, but we love them both and they're across a parking lot from each other. Hubby went and picked it up. I had to have a taste of both, although now I'm nauseated, stuffed, and have heartburn ... hahahahaha.

Happy for Steph: TheBoy is being sweet again, the job is going well, and she seems happy for the most part. Good stuff there.

OBAMA swept 3 Democratic contests today! YAY!!!

I get to go to bed soon! YAY!!!

I guess I'm done. Have a happy whatever.

Friday, February 8, 2008

I swallowed a watermelon.

Okay, not really. I *want* a watermelon, but am not willing to pay through the nose for a crappy tiny watermelon in the winter. I will wait for summer. (hopefully).

Really though, I did eat a huge dinner last night and a huge breakfast. I'm still nauseated a lot, so I eat when I can and the rest of the time, I just don't. I do take my Phenergan, but I'm still incredibly nauseated every afternoon and evening. It's okay; I'll get through it. When I weighed myself yesterday morning, I had only gained two pounds, which I am quite happy with. I'm 13 weeks and 1 day pregnant in this picture.

The baby is quite wiggly. I've been feeling it for a few weeks but doubted it at first. But it's not debatable anymore. It is WIGGLING. It kicks me if I snuggle to close to hubby or kiddo, and it hates getting squished in clothes (hence being in maternity all the time now). It does not want me to lie on my tummy or my side so much, since I tend to roll to the front. It is more wiggly than Munchkin ever was ... which is worrisome since she is an incredibly active child.

So the other day (this may be a TMI paragraph ...), I was only leaking out one side. I told hubby and he hasn't touched me since, but that could just be stress and not related to leakage at all. At any rate, we had some "quality time" this morning. And now both are leaking. hahahahaha ... Oy.

Wednesday, February 6, 2008

Counting

Okay, I'm sure you don't all want to hear about my itchy boobs which are leaking milk (I'm not even 13 weeks' pregnant yet). So instead, I give you yet another survey.

Counting!

Eight lasts

1. last cigarette? 10 years ago last month.

2. last beverage? Water.

3. last phone call? Um ... I'm not on the phone much, you'd think I'd remember. It was probably my sister.

4. last text message? Steph, telling me about President Hinckley.

5. last CD played? No idea ...

6. last BUBBLE bath? Oh, sometimes since I got pregnant.

7. last time you cried? Yesterday morning. Hubby and I had miscommunicated Monday night right before he went to work, and he left pissy. When he got home, he came in and the first thing he said was, "I'm sorry." I cried for a while.

8. last meal? Toast, eggs, hashbrowns, milk. But don't ask me about food again; I'm a bit nauseated.

SEVEN have you’s:

1. have you ever dated someone twice? As in been on 2 dates with the same person --Yeah. Or dated someone, broken up then dated again? No. Once it's over, it's over. Actually, I guess my ex and I did have a rocky relationship and if you count all his jail time as breakups, then we dated more than twice. The rule since then has been "once it's over, it's over."

3. have you ever kissed someone & regreted it? Only when it went beyond kissing.

4. have you ever fallen in love? Yep, and still do fall in love with my sweetheart when he does and says the cutest things.

5. have you ever lost someone? Munchkin had to wear a leash for a while when she was a toddler ... she kept hiding, getting "lost." As far as "lost," if you mean did someone die, then yes.

6. have you ever slept until 2pm? Don't think so. Even as a teenager, I would get up by noon. If I was sick, sometimes I'd go back to bed though.

7. have you ever been drunk and thrown up? Nope.

SIX things you did in the past three days:

1. Went for a walk in the cold with kiddo.

2. Picked up hubby's prescription. (just remembered, last phone call was to the pharmacy)

3. Watched the neighbor get out his backhoe to fix the piles of snow in the middle of the road.

4. Went to church in a blizzard.

5. Bought Valentine's candy for Munchkin's class.

6. Bought Valentines for hubby, Munchkin, and Small Fry.

FIVE people you can tell pretty much anything to –

Hubby, DisGrace, Steph, Jen, Heather

list THREE favorite colors —

Green, blue, purples

list FOUR things you want to do before you die -

1. Go to the temple with my husband again (dang stubborn inactive man).

2. Work on my education, finish a degree.

3. Get a nice oboe of my own and play in an orchestra; get a piano. Miss music.

4. Raise my children in the Gospel and hopefully see them all grown and raised and living happy, successful lives.

This month have you…

Laughed until you cried? No, but I laughed until I peed.

Went behind your parents back? um... No.

WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT:

1. Your last kiss? hahahaha ... I'd rather remember my last first kiss -- it was an amazing moment, kissing hubby for the first time. We do still kiss, but it's more "routine" now.

2. Gay Marriage? I don't support calling it "marriage," but do support legal unions, allowing the same legal rights as marriage.

3. Lowering the drinking age? No.

4. Straight, Gay, or Bi? uh, straight.

5. Who are the best huggers that you know? Hubby, Munchkin, Small Fry, Robin. My VT partner... She gives awesome hugs.

6. Do you believe in love at first sight? Not exactly.

7. Is there something you want to tell someone? John McCain and Mike Huckabee: You both disgust me. Oddly, I'm supporting a Democrat candidate, but the two of you just flat out repulse me, with the dirty politics and claims about Mitt Romney. You and the media ... can bite me.

8. What brand of shirt are you wearing? Actually, it's a maternity shirt my mom made for DisGrace. It has blue koalas on it.

9. Would you kiss anyone on your top friends? No ... just hubby. Geeze, should've read all the questions before starting this quiz. Some of these questions are stupid.

10. What is your current annoyance? See #7.

11. How many kids do you want to have? I don't know, lemme get through this pregnancy.

12. Do you want to change your name? No, but I did when I was younger.

13. Last time you saw your father? The folks were here for Christmas and New Year's.

14. What did you do for your last birthday? Hubby bought me Alias. I think I spent my birthday watching it.

15. What time did you wake up today? Six-ish. Hubby came home hurt from work, so I needed to baby him.

16. What were you doing at midnight last night? Sleeping.

17. Name something you CANNOT wait to do? Meet this baby -- wish it was August.

18. What is your favorite thing in your room? My husband. Followed closely by my neck pillow. And my teddy bear.

20. Where is your best friend right now? Hubby is sleeping, DisGrace is working or sleeping, and those two options are probably the case for most of my close friends.

Tuesday, February 5, 2008

I'm LEAKING. (TMI)

I went to get ready for bed and noticed something shiny on my nipple. In the dim light, it looked like glitter. Wiped it off. It came back.

I HAVE COLOSTRUM. Even with Munchkin, it didn't start for a couple more weeks.

Just get me stock in nursing pads ... I'll be needing them shortly.

Monday, February 4, 2008

Wunderbar

I didn't get the proofing job. It's okay, I'm all right. I can focus on typing and not proof so much. It'll make a difference in my paycheck.

In church stuff ... as much as I miss President Hinckley, I'm very pleased with the choice for the First Presidency. President Monson chose President Eyring and President Uchtdorf as his counselors. I had no idea President Eyring was 74! And President Uchtdorf is one of the junior members of the Quorum, which I think is very cool.

We talked to Small Fry last night -- she seems okay. It's the first time we've been able to talk to her for a while. She seemed okay about the baby news, but who knows ... wondering if I'll hear about it from her mom. Even if I do, it's not her business, so whatever.

Hubby originally said for our date Saturday he wanted to watch a movie and hang out with me. When it came down to it, we just spent a couple hours talking and snuggling and no movie. He just wanted to talk with me, which is all I've ever wanted: More time with HIM. We actually ended up snuggling and talking last night, too. I sure love that guy, and it sure helps me feel loved in return when he says, "can we just talk?" or cleans the house or makes dinner or whatever ... he's been very helpful since I've been so kaput with the baby ... I'm trying to get back in gear though ... now that I'm about to the second trimester. Woooooo!

Munchkin is doing pretty well. She's struggling in math still, so she goes to tutoring every morning. She likes it and says it's helping. We played Monopoly last night and when it came to the small rents, she did fine, but had a hard time when people wanted to buy properties. Hubby decided we'd have to play more often and have her be the banker again to help her math/money skills. Which is fun for me; I love spending time with my little family.

I gotta get some work done. *mwah*

Friday, February 1, 2008

Pregnant belly! 12 weeks 1 day according to my new due date, 8/14.

Dreams! Argh

I had a dream hubby had a different job and he was working 60 hour weeks with some girl with giant boobs (bigger than mine, and I'm a DD right now). Then he'd come home and game and then go to bed, so I never saw him except on date nights. And then one of our date nights, the girl was having a huge party and he decided we were going to the fancy party instead of having a date. It was in Heber City or something, and the whole time we were at the party, she was alllllllllllll over him. I was so pissed -- told her off, told him where to go, and, 5 months pregnant in my dream, I decided to start walking home. He chased me and told me I couldn't walk that far, especially pregnant, and I started HITTING him. He pinned me up against a building and started making out with me.

I woke up just laughing -- I'm apparently having some sexual frustration. *snort* At least the spotting stopped and everything is good. And when he did come home this morning, I told him about the dream and he thought it was funny, too. I've had some of the craziest dreams, but that is most bizarre. He is not a flirty dude, and if that was really happening, I wouldn't just let it boil over in public. He'd've been in trouble looooooooooooooong before the party! lol