Some of you have wondered why we don't just move? Some of you have even said you would move if in this house. Well, here's the thing. Rent here is freaking CHEAP.
See, S's boss owns this house and likes to rent it dirt cheap to his employees. For that we will stay. Just to throw some numbers out at you...We were living in a 850 sq. ft. Townhouse for about $1200 a month. That's considered reasonable for the area we live in (I know, I think 'reasonable' my ass too). That townhouse had two bedrooms, 1.5 baths, and a kitchen only one person could be in at once. FUN! The house we are in now is about 1600 sq. ft., three bedrooms plus den/office, 2 baths, and a kitchen the whole family could do a jig in, if the need should ever arise. And, we're paying about $1000 per month. The house three doors down (hmmm, speaking of three doors down, whatever happened to that band?) has the same floor plan and I know they are paying about $3500 per month in rent. Yeouch!
So, for now I'm willing (somewhat) to put up with all night porch lights and driveway blocking. We've been here a year and hopefully won't be here longer than another year. The goal now is to move to Idaho, where houses are cheap and the land is pretty (why do I feel the urge to belt out a Guns-n-Roses song all of a sudden?). Plus, my mom lives up there and ever since I became a mom, I've missed her most terribly.
Thank you for your concern though. And to Jaynee: thanks for the great idea of parking in their driveway. I told S, and he is salivating over the thought.
Tuesday, April 19, 2005
Saturday, April 16, 2005
Tuesday, April 12, 2005
Won't you be my neighbor
I'm sick of the street we live on. Not only are the BART (Bay Area Rapid Transit...think subway) tracks directly across the street to our left, not only is it a busy road where the speed limit is clearly marked 35 yet most losers drive 50, but my neighbors across the street and to our right suck. A lot.
Let's start with the blonde "I'm better than you" bitch across the street. Every morning she stand outside, cigarette dangling from her lips, watering her lawn. All the while glaring at our lawn like it is a personal insult to her just because most of it is made up of weeds. Hey, at least they're green weeds. She then proceeds to bitch loudly about the fact that I don't have my dog on a leash. Never mind that Kaya (the dog in question) is too chicken shit to leave our front lawn. I think she's pissed because I let our dog piss and pooh all over our own lawn. GASP.
The icing on the cake with this neighbor is her porch light. The porch light she turns on at 11:30pm every night, right before she goes to bed. Yeah, so her freakin' porch light shines into my bedroom window all night long. And it's situated in such a spot that it shines right through the hole in the blinds we have up, right onto my face. Son of a bitch.
Now, onto the neighbors next door. They are a lovely family, with very cute kids. Kids that like to scream outside every morning at 6am. But, that's not why they upset me. No, it's the fact that they have like 7 cars and not one of them is parked in their empty garage or empty driveway. No. Almost nightly one of their cars is blocking our driveway, so that I have to go ask them to move it before S gets home for work. Sometimes, S has to ask them to move in the mornings so he can get to work. This has been going on for almost a year. We thought at first it was a language barrier or something. But, I know they speak English. I think they're just dumb. They also have one truck that has an alarm installed that is so sensitive to sound, it goes off every time a motorcycle drives by.
Here's a kicker. They repaved their driveway two weeks ago, and still won't walk on it. It's kind of comical to watch actually. They tiptoe around the edges, teetering side-to-side like they are crossing some narrow bridge 10 miles up. It would tickle me more, but then I think about the cars that should be parked there and I get all mad again.
So, there you have it. My wonderful neighbors. I'm just glad we are renting right now and are not stuck owning this house.
Let's start with the blonde "I'm better than you" bitch across the street. Every morning she stand outside, cigarette dangling from her lips, watering her lawn. All the while glaring at our lawn like it is a personal insult to her just because most of it is made up of weeds. Hey, at least they're green weeds. She then proceeds to bitch loudly about the fact that I don't have my dog on a leash. Never mind that Kaya (the dog in question) is too chicken shit to leave our front lawn. I think she's pissed because I let our dog piss and pooh all over our own lawn. GASP.
The icing on the cake with this neighbor is her porch light. The porch light she turns on at 11:30pm every night, right before she goes to bed. Yeah, so her freakin' porch light shines into my bedroom window all night long. And it's situated in such a spot that it shines right through the hole in the blinds we have up, right onto my face. Son of a bitch.
Now, onto the neighbors next door. They are a lovely family, with very cute kids. Kids that like to scream outside every morning at 6am. But, that's not why they upset me. No, it's the fact that they have like 7 cars and not one of them is parked in their empty garage or empty driveway. No. Almost nightly one of their cars is blocking our driveway, so that I have to go ask them to move it before S gets home for work. Sometimes, S has to ask them to move in the mornings so he can get to work. This has been going on for almost a year. We thought at first it was a language barrier or something. But, I know they speak English. I think they're just dumb. They also have one truck that has an alarm installed that is so sensitive to sound, it goes off every time a motorcycle drives by.
Here's a kicker. They repaved their driveway two weeks ago, and still won't walk on it. It's kind of comical to watch actually. They tiptoe around the edges, teetering side-to-side like they are crossing some narrow bridge 10 miles up. It would tickle me more, but then I think about the cars that should be parked there and I get all mad again.
So, there you have it. My wonderful neighbors. I'm just glad we are renting right now and are not stuck owning this house.
Sunday, April 10, 2005
Adventures in Labor and Delivery Ward
Yup, I got to spend 3 glorious hours at L&D yesterday. Why? Because I'm a nutjob.
No, what really happened was I noticed at about 11am that I hadn't felt Baby Monkey move all morning. What a way to get the panic rolling. And rolling it went. I was so hyped up on being freaked out I couldn't hold still long enough to do an hour of kick counts. Maybe 3 minutes would go by, I wouldn't feel anything and then I would start bawling. Have I told you all how melodramatic I am yet? Yeah.
So, I put a call into my doc's office. Dr. Kinda Nice (there is Dr's. Nice, Kinda Nice, and Rarely Nice) called me back and suggested I head over to L&D for a NST (non-stress test). Let the absolute FREAKING out begin.
I called S's work and, of course, he's out on delivery and "forgot" the radio/phone (he does this so they don't bug him...loser). I'm crying and tell them to tell him to meet me at L&D. That'll get him moving. I called my bestest, most wonderfulest friend L to drive me over. I tell her S will meet us there.
Yeah, he totally beat us. Which isn't good, considering her was 30 minutes from the hospital and we were 10. Hmmm, can we say speed?
They immediately hooked me up to the Doppler thingy (techie terms comin' at ya) and after a few heart-stopping seconds, found Monkey's heartbeat. Nice and Strong. Few. Then came the boring 3 hours of non-stress testing. It took so long because they kept losing her on the monitor. I finally found her and kept my hand on the damn thing so I could get out of there.
All in all, I felt pretty silly. But, sometimes you need that reassurance that everything is fine. S congratulated me on making it to 30 weeks before flipping out. With Lexie I freaked about every 2 weeks, wailing and crying that I knew she was gone. Oy.
No, what really happened was I noticed at about 11am that I hadn't felt Baby Monkey move all morning. What a way to get the panic rolling. And rolling it went. I was so hyped up on being freaked out I couldn't hold still long enough to do an hour of kick counts. Maybe 3 minutes would go by, I wouldn't feel anything and then I would start bawling. Have I told you all how melodramatic I am yet? Yeah.
So, I put a call into my doc's office. Dr. Kinda Nice (there is Dr's. Nice, Kinda Nice, and Rarely Nice) called me back and suggested I head over to L&D for a NST (non-stress test). Let the absolute FREAKING out begin.
I called S's work and, of course, he's out on delivery and "forgot" the radio/phone (he does this so they don't bug him...loser). I'm crying and tell them to tell him to meet me at L&D. That'll get him moving. I called my bestest, most wonderfulest friend L to drive me over. I tell her S will meet us there.
Yeah, he totally beat us. Which isn't good, considering her was 30 minutes from the hospital and we were 10. Hmmm, can we say speed?
They immediately hooked me up to the Doppler thingy (techie terms comin' at ya) and after a few heart-stopping seconds, found Monkey's heartbeat. Nice and Strong. Few. Then came the boring 3 hours of non-stress testing. It took so long because they kept losing her on the monitor. I finally found her and kept my hand on the damn thing so I could get out of there.
All in all, I felt pretty silly. But, sometimes you need that reassurance that everything is fine. S congratulated me on making it to 30 weeks before flipping out. With Lexie I freaked about every 2 weeks, wailing and crying that I knew she was gone. Oy.
Wednesday, April 06, 2005
Wow, she's, like, deep and stuff
Oh Britney, Britney, Britney. What, in all that is holy, does this mean? Does this mean you aren't with child? And so you are poo-pooing on the tabloids for announcing that you are? Do you really think Us Weekly gives a crap about you, as a person. Honey, to them you are a paycheck, a means to an end. *sigh*
And why, why, why do I waste my time going to her site? I can only relate it to driving past an accident on the highway. You know if you see blood and guts that you will be sick, but you can't look away for fear of missing any of it.
It is good to know that she digs People magazine, at least.
And why, why, why do I waste my time going to her site? I can only relate it to driving past an accident on the highway. You know if you see blood and guts that you will be sick, but you can't look away for fear of missing any of it.
It is good to know that she digs People magazine, at least.
Monday, April 04, 2005
She's got a ticket to ride
This is Kaya, Wonderpup, scared of everything (including the camera). She is my first "child" or Practice Kid as my mom called her. Don't let her size fool you, she can put the food away.
She wasn't too sure about Lexie until recently. That's when it dawned on her that Lexie=meal ticket. Oh yeah, you could almost see her little chihuahua brain working out the benefits of having the kid around. The absolute joy on her face when Lexie is placed into her highchair is almost comical. Wait, scratch that, it's pretty damn funny. She does this dance on her hind legs, front paws up in the air, while making this whine of delight that just kills me every time. The only unfortunate of this is that Lexie has learned to throw food directly at Kaya and takes a certain joy from it. Not that Lexie is hurting from lack of food or anything, have you seen her belly?
Another good point of having Kaya around is not having to vacuum as much. Lexie likes to eat cheerios off of the coffee table in the mornings. She also likes to throw them all over the living room. But, there is the trusty Kaya, following her around like Nature's own Hoover. God bless her.
Sunday, April 03, 2005
Now I can wear short shorts (weather update at bottom)
So I bought some Nair and let S have his ways with my bushes...er, I mean legs. I think he enjoyed it too much, I kept having to yell, "don't rub it in. You aren't supposed to rub it in!" And, damn if the crap worked. My legs are smooth and irritation free, well the areas I can reach are anyway. Kudos to Nair for finally getting that awful Nair-smell out of their product. And for getting that burn-the-shit-out-of-Christina's-skin formula fixed. I considered myself brave for even trying Nair again after all the trauma I went through in high school with it. But the bottle promised "new and improved" and yes, they did deliver.
Of course, now that I am hair-free, the sun has gone into hiding. So much for wearing those cute shorts I just bought. *sigh* Well, I know it'll be back, I just hope the shorts still fit when it does. Wouldn't that just be my luck. I don't think I'll have a problem though, seeing how they are maternity shorts with that to-die-for paneling we all love.
Pregnancy still moving along. I now have constant heartburn and Braxton Hicks contractions all day long. I never had them (that I know of) with Lexie, so the first few freaked me out. I knew what they were, but still it felt weird. They don't hurt thank God, but annoy me still the same. Only 72 days to go...woohoo!
Holy shit! It's raining so freakin' hard I'm afraid to go outside for fear of being swept away in the downpour. I think God Himself is angry with California. The lights are flickering and I think I heard thunder. Guess I'll just pack those shorts away.
Of course, now that I am hair-free, the sun has gone into hiding. So much for wearing those cute shorts I just bought. *sigh* Well, I know it'll be back, I just hope the shorts still fit when it does. Wouldn't that just be my luck. I don't think I'll have a problem though, seeing how they are maternity shorts with that to-die-for paneling we all love.
Pregnancy still moving along. I now have constant heartburn and Braxton Hicks contractions all day long. I never had them (that I know of) with Lexie, so the first few freaked me out. I knew what they were, but still it felt weird. They don't hurt thank God, but annoy me still the same. Only 72 days to go...woohoo!
Holy shit! It's raining so freakin' hard I'm afraid to go outside for fear of being swept away in the downpour. I think God Himself is angry with California. The lights are flickering and I think I heard thunder. Guess I'll just pack those shorts away.
Thursday, March 31, 2005
29 weeks, 1 day
Only 10 weeks and 6 days to go. Wow, I can't believe that in that amount of time I will be the mom to two kids. Does God know about this? Does He know how immature I am? He must have way more faith in my mom abilities than I do.
I am so ready for this to be over. I can't reach my toes, shaving my legs is a joke and forget in personal grooming, you know, "down there." S offered to clean me up, so to speak, but I can't say I trust him with a razor near my nether area. It doesn't paint a pretty picture in my head, you know.
Ah well, I'm off to chase Lexie down and once again clean her toys up off the floor. Why I bother with that, I'll never know.
I am so ready for this to be over. I can't reach my toes, shaving my legs is a joke and forget in personal grooming, you know, "down there." S offered to clean me up, so to speak, but I can't say I trust him with a razor near my nether area. It doesn't paint a pretty picture in my head, you know.
Ah well, I'm off to chase Lexie down and once again clean her toys up off the floor. Why I bother with that, I'll never know.
Monday, March 28, 2005
Mama, he's crazy
I don't think I've told you all about my brother-in-law, Dipshit, yet. No, his name isn't really Dipshit, but it might as well be.
Dipshit is a druggie, junkie, loser. I met him the same night as I met S and I don't think he was sober then, and I know for sure he ain't sober now. Back then he was just visiting California. He was married and had a beautiful little girl, Hope. Fast forward a couple years, he is now divorced, Hope is diagnosed with Leukemia and he doesn't seem to care. There seem to be too many drugs for him to do, rather than worry about his 2 year old fighting cancer. Flash forward to today. Hope is in remission (just hit the one year mark!), Dipshit just got released from a two year stint in prison and now he's homeless in California. Wow, reading back on this, I realize how depressing it is. Somehow, S and I are of the weird sort that can find humor in all that is dark...Well, except the cancer shit, that just isn't funny.
He's not allowed in our house, but that doesn't stop him from trying. He's tried crying, begging and even breaking in (to our backyard...He got caught because he got stuck on our fence, quite comical). Well, today marks the beginning of the already downward spiral into what I call "the fruitloop."
I woke up to him knocking on the door. Being the nice person I am, I ignored him. About five minutes later, he calls from the nearest payphone to tell us, "I've left those Tarrot cards in your mailbox." WTF?
I go to look. Sure enough, there are Tarrot cards in the mailbox. What does it mean, you ask? I haven't the foggiest. I called S at work to let him know, he's as clueless as I am. Is there some deep, drug-induced meaning behind these? Probably. Would I need to be loaded to understand? Probably again. Is that ever going to happen? Hell no.
Damn fruitloop.
Dipshit is a druggie, junkie, loser. I met him the same night as I met S and I don't think he was sober then, and I know for sure he ain't sober now. Back then he was just visiting California. He was married and had a beautiful little girl, Hope. Fast forward a couple years, he is now divorced, Hope is diagnosed with Leukemia and he doesn't seem to care. There seem to be too many drugs for him to do, rather than worry about his 2 year old fighting cancer. Flash forward to today. Hope is in remission (just hit the one year mark!), Dipshit just got released from a two year stint in prison and now he's homeless in California. Wow, reading back on this, I realize how depressing it is. Somehow, S and I are of the weird sort that can find humor in all that is dark...Well, except the cancer shit, that just isn't funny.
He's not allowed in our house, but that doesn't stop him from trying. He's tried crying, begging and even breaking in (to our backyard...He got caught because he got stuck on our fence, quite comical). Well, today marks the beginning of the already downward spiral into what I call "the fruitloop."
I woke up to him knocking on the door. Being the nice person I am, I ignored him. About five minutes later, he calls from the nearest payphone to tell us, "I've left those Tarrot cards in your mailbox." WTF?
I go to look. Sure enough, there are Tarrot cards in the mailbox. What does it mean, you ask? I haven't the foggiest. I called S at work to let him know, he's as clueless as I am. Is there some deep, drug-induced meaning behind these? Probably. Would I need to be loaded to understand? Probably again. Is that ever going to happen? Hell no.
Damn fruitloop.
Saturday, March 26, 2005
Be afraid, be very afraid
Please, God, tell me this isn't true. Because if it is, I am going to have to seriously rethink all of my concepts on how this world works and what life is all about. Seriously.
Thursday, March 24, 2005
They say it's your birthday (happy birthday to ya)
Exactly one year ago today, my life was forever changed.
Alexis Ann Austin was born at 3:51pm. She weighed 6 pounds 15 ounces and was 19 and 3/4 inches long.
Happy birthday Bug-a-boo!
Monday, March 21, 2005
Lexie's birthday bash
Here she is in her lovely party dress. Pay no attention to the tennis shoes on her feet. Mommy (wait, that's me) forgot to buy party shoes. Oops. This is the only time she smiled all day. Let's just say parties aren't her thing. After about two hours of her screaming and crying I decided I wanted a new kid. One that never throws fits in public. Do they even make models like that?
Sunday, March 20, 2005
More on Terri Schiavo
Okay, so S doesn't agree with me. The man I'm married to and have child(ren) with is an asshat. Really.
How could he think it's cool to just yank away a persons means of nutrition? Blah, he pisses me off. I told him I can't talk to him about this anymore because otherwise I will kill him. And I would totally get away with it because I'm pregnant.
How could he think it's cool to just yank away a persons means of nutrition? Blah, he pisses me off. I told him I can't talk to him about this anymore because otherwise I will kill him. And I would totally get away with it because I'm pregnant.
Saturday, March 19, 2005
Terri Schiavo
So, I guess I've been living in a cave for the past ten years, because this is the first time I have heard of Terri Schiavo. I seem to recall hearing something about them wanting to pull "the plug" and thinking, ah just let 'em. Little did I know that "the plug" in question was a feeding tube and not life support.
What kind of man is Michael to do this to his wife, seriously? Just divorce her and get on with your life. It makes me so sick. I saw clips of how she is now. Yes, she is "not all there" but the woman made eye contact with people. She smiles. How could these people let her starve to death? Men condemned to death row die with more dignity and humanity than this.
Let's pray this latest battle in congress favors this woman and her amazing parents.
What kind of man is Michael to do this to his wife, seriously? Just divorce her and get on with your life. It makes me so sick. I saw clips of how she is now. Yes, she is "not all there" but the woman made eye contact with people. She smiles. How could these people let her starve to death? Men condemned to death row die with more dignity and humanity than this.
Let's pray this latest battle in congress favors this woman and her amazing parents.
Friday, March 18, 2005
Will this post?
I know many other blogging people out there are having trouble with Blogger, so I won't go into my sob story. Just know that this is my fifth attempt at posting.
My birthday was a good one. We saw the film Hostage which was good. Bruce Willis is aging rather nicely, thank you very much. His daughter Rumour plays his child in the film. She's in a total of like 10 minutes of it, but those 10 minutes weren't bad. I think she was in Striptease with Demi, am I right? Anyway, it felt weird being away from the house for 4 whole hours without Lexie. I mean, S and I have been gone from her before, just never both of us together. I must say, I can get used to it.
I was a little bummed that this is the third birthday in a row that I haven't gotten to have a margarita on. Each time I've been pregnant. If I had known the pregnancy during my 25th birthday was going to end so suddenly and sadly, I would have had 14 margaritas (I meant to type 15, but 14 came out and I figured if I had changed it to 15, all of you would think I was a lush or something). You know, my ex-SIL actually said she didn't see anything wrong with having "a" drink while pregnant. Yeah, this from the woman who smoked pot every day of her pregnancy and on the weekends treated herself to a White Russian. Um, I don't think I'll be taking baby advice (assvice) from her.
Lexie did great with her babysitter (my step-monster...er, I mean mother). M (as she will now be called) was great, only commenting on the disarray of my house 3 times, instead of her usual 20 comment visits. That must have been her present to me.
My birthday was a good one. We saw the film Hostage which was good. Bruce Willis is aging rather nicely, thank you very much. His daughter Rumour plays his child in the film. She's in a total of like 10 minutes of it, but those 10 minutes weren't bad. I think she was in Striptease with Demi, am I right? Anyway, it felt weird being away from the house for 4 whole hours without Lexie. I mean, S and I have been gone from her before, just never both of us together. I must say, I can get used to it.
I was a little bummed that this is the third birthday in a row that I haven't gotten to have a margarita on. Each time I've been pregnant. If I had known the pregnancy during my 25th birthday was going to end so suddenly and sadly, I would have had 14 margaritas (I meant to type 15, but 14 came out and I figured if I had changed it to 15, all of you would think I was a lush or something). You know, my ex-SIL actually said she didn't see anything wrong with having "a" drink while pregnant. Yeah, this from the woman who smoked pot every day of her pregnancy and on the weekends treated herself to a White Russian. Um, I don't think I'll be taking baby advice (assvice) from her.
Lexie did great with her babysitter (my step-monster...er, I mean mother). M (as she will now be called) was great, only commenting on the disarray of my house 3 times, instead of her usual 20 comment visits. That must have been her present to me.
Thursday, March 17, 2005
Happy Birthday to ME!
Yes kiddies, it's my birthday. So everyone gather around and someone strike up the band...
Happy birthday to me
Happy birthday to me
Happy birthday dear Christinaaaaaaaa
Happy birthday to meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!
Thank you, thank you. What fun and exciting things have I planned for my glorious day at turning 27 (years? gulp!), you may ask? Well, let's see. I had a OB appointment at the butt-crack of dawn, then after that unfulfilling (except we are now onto appointments every 2 weeks...it's getting closer to that time folks) experience I was subjected to needle pokes and blood-letting every hour on the hour for three freakin' hours. Yes, the 3 hour glucose tolerance test. Let's cross those fingers and hope I pass.
Tonight, the husband-unit and I will venture forth into that grown up world of dinner and a movie. Sans baby! I am so excited I could just poop my pants...ew, which I think Lexie just did. But, that's okay because tonight I'm going to see. A. Movie. Which I haven't done in over a year. Now, if you'll excuse me I have a crappy butt to attend to.
Happy birthday to me
Happy birthday to me
Happy birthday dear Christinaaaaaaaa
Happy birthday to meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!
Thank you, thank you. What fun and exciting things have I planned for my glorious day at turning 27 (years? gulp!), you may ask? Well, let's see. I had a OB appointment at the butt-crack of dawn, then after that unfulfilling (except we are now onto appointments every 2 weeks...it's getting closer to that time folks) experience I was subjected to needle pokes and blood-letting every hour on the hour for three freakin' hours. Yes, the 3 hour glucose tolerance test. Let's cross those fingers and hope I pass.
Tonight, the husband-unit and I will venture forth into that grown up world of dinner and a movie. Sans baby! I am so excited I could just poop my pants...ew, which I think Lexie just did. But, that's okay because tonight I'm going to see. A. Movie. Which I haven't done in over a year. Now, if you'll excuse me I have a crappy butt to attend to.
Saturday, March 12, 2005
Ch-ch-ch-ch-changes
I've decided to go with a pink template for my blog. I've been feeling very pink the last few days.
Also, I think my computer thinks that my eyesight is going bad. When I logged on this fine and sunny morning, all the letters and pictures were bigger. I know you can change them like that on purpose, but I have done no such thing. Like I said, my computer must just be worried about my eyes. Hey, at least something cares.
Also, I think my computer thinks that my eyesight is going bad. When I logged on this fine and sunny morning, all the letters and pictures were bigger. I know you can change them like that on purpose, but I have done no such thing. Like I said, my computer must just be worried about my eyes. Hey, at least something cares.
Friday, March 11, 2005
Miscellaneous Poopoo
I've decided to bite the bullet and buy me some shorts that fit. You know, like maternity shorts, for pregnant women. Jeez, I keep forgetting that I am, in fact, pregnant. I keep catching myself complaining to S about how my clothes don't fit or how tired I am. He just looks at me and says, "duh, you're pregnant." And every time I swear you can see the light bulb go on over my head and I'm like, "ohhhh, so that's why ______(fill in blank with obvious stupid answer)."
There ain't nothin' like having a rambunctious almost-one year old to chase around to make you forget everything else going on in your life. Lexie's new favorite activity is to stomp around in circles on the back patio, screaming at the top of her lungs. Great fun! She looks so damn cute though in her little (well, not so little...She wears a size FIVE!) sandals.
I've actually enjoyed living in California for the last few days. Eighty degree weather will do that to you. I just don't understand how last week it was forty-five out and raining cats and dogs. Now, you would think it was June.
So, a blast from my past called earlier this week. Jenn, my best friend from high school has just moved here from our hometown in Washington. What a trip. I haven't seen her in almost 6 years. She'll be coming to the bash known as 'Lexie's first birthday party,' which is actually just an excuse for me to have all of my friends and family come over and eat yummy food. I'm so excited. Now I have another friend near me. That brings the total to about 2....Okay, that sounds even sadder now that I've written out.
Well, I guess I should go enjoy the sunshine while I can still move around without waddling.
There ain't nothin' like having a rambunctious almost-one year old to chase around to make you forget everything else going on in your life. Lexie's new favorite activity is to stomp around in circles on the back patio, screaming at the top of her lungs. Great fun! She looks so damn cute though in her little (well, not so little...She wears a size FIVE!) sandals.
I've actually enjoyed living in California for the last few days. Eighty degree weather will do that to you. I just don't understand how last week it was forty-five out and raining cats and dogs. Now, you would think it was June.
So, a blast from my past called earlier this week. Jenn, my best friend from high school has just moved here from our hometown in Washington. What a trip. I haven't seen her in almost 6 years. She'll be coming to the bash known as 'Lexie's first birthday party,' which is actually just an excuse for me to have all of my friends and family come over and eat yummy food. I'm so excited. Now I have another friend near me. That brings the total to about 2....Okay, that sounds even sadder now that I've written out.
Well, I guess I should go enjoy the sunshine while I can still move around without waddling.
Tuesday, March 08, 2005
Huh?
Some observations made by yours truly today :
- none of my shorts fit. Seriously, I am walking around in a pair of jean shorts zipped maybe half of the way up. And here I was all excited about the sun coming back to California.
- The older your child gets and the more variety of food she eats means the stinkier her poop is. Goodness me!
- If you forget to feed your guinea pig for one day, he will bite you when you reach into his cage for his food bowl.
- Every time I clean the bowl of my beta fish (which is basically a decorative living thing), he tries to commit suicide by jumping. Every. Single. Time.
- Thinking about doing the dishes doesn't get them done.
- The same thing goes for the bed getting made.
- Don't leave your water glass within reach of the baby, or you will find crackers floating in it.
- Did you know Dr. Pepper and Diet Dr. Pepper have prunes in them? Yeah, it never really mattered to me either until yesterday when I drank like 7 of them. I don't think I need to share the details of that adventure with you.
- But I will share with you the wisdom of buying quality toilet paper.
Sunday, March 06, 2005
Here comes the sun (do do do do)
If you've seen any weather reports recently on the "wonderful" state of California, then you know we have had rain, rain, and then some more rain. The last couple of days though, there has been this bright shining object in the sky. It's bright out and warm. I think it's the sun, but I haven't seen it since last summer so I am not too sure.
I am so freakin' relieved that the weather has changed. I was seriously going crazy, staying indoors day after day after day. It sucks not having a car and not being able to walk anywhere. But, these past two days Lexie* and I have gone for more walks than I can count. She digs it, I dig it, everybody is happy. Our walks aren't too exciting, usually just to the corner store or the 7-11 for a slurpee (I crave their Crystal Lite Raspberry Ice majorly). Lex seems to like slurpees so she doesn't complain.
Her first birthday is in 18 days. My baby will be one. The big oh-one. I am feeling so melancholy over it. I find myself dragging out the photo albums and crying over how small she was. My husband just smiles and, I know, is thinking to himself that his wife is looney. Who knew parenting would break your heart?
We're planning a party for the 20th, and I am praying that this weather stays put until then. If not, you can find me in the backyard, shaking my fist and screaming into the heavens. Yup honey, your wife is loco.
*I've decided to use my daughter's name from now on. She is too young to request that I don't and my whole family knows about this website anyway. My dork of a husband still doesn't want his name used though.
I am so freakin' relieved that the weather has changed. I was seriously going crazy, staying indoors day after day after day. It sucks not having a car and not being able to walk anywhere. But, these past two days Lexie* and I have gone for more walks than I can count. She digs it, I dig it, everybody is happy. Our walks aren't too exciting, usually just to the corner store or the 7-11 for a slurpee (I crave their Crystal Lite Raspberry Ice majorly). Lex seems to like slurpees so she doesn't complain.
Her first birthday is in 18 days. My baby will be one. The big oh-one. I am feeling so melancholy over it. I find myself dragging out the photo albums and crying over how small she was. My husband just smiles and, I know, is thinking to himself that his wife is looney. Who knew parenting would break your heart?
We're planning a party for the 20th, and I am praying that this weather stays put until then. If not, you can find me in the backyard, shaking my fist and screaming into the heavens. Yup honey, your wife is loco.
*I've decided to use my daughter's name from now on. She is too young to request that I don't and my whole family knows about this website anyway. My dork of a husband still doesn't want his name used though.
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)
