A bump? Yep, a bump. What kind of bump? Well, it's a BABY bump!
It's official... we are going to be parents! YIKES! ha ha... We've known for quite a while now, but I've finally been badgered enough to start blogging about it that I have thrown up my hands, I'm waiving the white flag....and... HERE ... WE... GO!
It all started one dark steamy night... oh wait.. eh 'hem... you don't need to know that! We found out in October, but we kept it to ourselves for a while, just to be sure. Besides the fact that I was in SHOCK and didn't REALLY believe it. We were able to tell my family and Josh's family in November (we wanted to tell everyone in person). I had a Dr. appointment on November 23rd and then beans were spilled to everyone shortly after that. HAPPY TURKEY DAY!
We are due on June 15th and right now that seems like years away, but I'm sure it will fly by in the blink of an eye. Everyone is very excited and can't wait to find out what "it" is! I don't like calling he/she "it", but until we know what "it" is, we can't call it anything else. I sometimes refer to it as my little bean because that's what it looks like.
Since the news, we've found out that pretty much the rest of the world is expecting as well! FUN TIMES! My cousin is due the day after me, my friend Bridget is due just a few weeks after, and pretty much so is EVERYONE else! Heck people.. hop on the bandwagon! Baby train!!
So, now I'm just over 13 weeks and starting to feel MUCH better. I'm starting to get energy back (which would definitely explain why I slept through the entire night of my Birthday), and THANK goodness the morning/evening sickness is over - WAHOO! Yeah, I've learned all those funny things that you hear about:
1. I have the nose of a bloodhound.
2. My boobs hurt - REAL bad (and they're enormous)
3. Food...any food...even if I loved it once upon a time may be gross one day and really gross the next.
4. Sleep is AMAZING.
Other than that... that's it! I'm lucky to have Mr. Project as my husband because I've got a million lined up for him! GO JOSH GO! He's wonderful.
OK... me and my bump are off! Have a great day!
Oh - and for all of you wondering. YES we will be finding out what "it" is, so stay tuned!
Thursday, December 10, 2009
Monday, November 9, 2009
What happens in Vegas...
SHOULD stay in Vegas! Holy mother of all that is good. Since when did the saying "What Happens In Vegas Stays in Vegas" start to apply to more than the wild happenings? I understand as well as the next person that Vegas is a place for letting your hair down, staying out until all hours of the morning and only hoping to recall 35% of what actually happened.
However... since when did it mean
1. Wear clothes that DO NOT fit, nor have they fit within the last 5 years.
2. Wear high heels that you cannot walk in, and look like a walking beast all night.
3. Bathe yourself in perfume/cologne prior to going anywhere.
4. Wear clothing that is too short on a 5 year old, let alone your 35 year old body.
5. Wear "pimp hats" and "sunglasses" EVERYWHERE.
6. Become completely unaware of underwear lines/creases.
OK. I'm a little more conservative that the next guy, but I just spent a week in Vegas and had some of the best people watching episodes EVER! No, it was not nice, but it is not my fault that you, or the guy/gal next to you chooses to dress in the most unflattering, ridiculous clothing I've ever seen and then parade around the city. I mean give me a break, is there a point to pleather hot-shorts, sequined bra top and and a BIG FAT FUR hat with matching knee high boots? Last I checked... it's Vegas - you don't need the fur hat or boots. And, you'll look like an idiot sweating to death in the club.
Once you leave that hotel room, you are on parade - it's Vegas. Really people.... there ARE mirrors in the hotel rooms. USE THEM! And... if you're there with friends, you should slap them silly if they do not tell you that your butt DOES look big in the shorts you wore in 1999, and your boobs are not meant to be in your throat, they belong on your chest. I repeatedly said "oh, who doesn't love her enough" (as in, "who doesn't love her enough to tell her this isn't good). I mean really people. We all have days and times where we wear things we shouldn't and there are definitely times where I want to shout "more power to ya sister!"... But so many things were so very wrong with everything that was happening it was sad.
At one point, I decided to try to find someone who looked "classic" and "well presented". This means, put together with the intent of going out and making an impression, but not like a 2-bit hooker "trying" to be noticed. Sadly, the one girl I found was about 17 and was with her family. I guess it says a lot about FAMILY! Her mother did love her enough - and it showed. She looked stunning in a little black dress, makeup was fabulous (fake lashes and all), jewelry was perfect and her hair was done (with more than just a straight iron). Beautiful, jaw dropping, and classic. GO GIRL, but even more so - GO PARENTS! Although I'm sure her father was wanting to put her in a cave for 30 years after seeing the looks she was getting, I wanted to go up and shake his hand and say "Thank you for letting your daughter dress in less than you approve of, but in a classy way. She's beautiful."
Needless to say, many people would say I'm shallow and insecure for pointing out the flaws of others, but to them I say - "I am perfectly aware of my flaws - flabby tush, flotation device of fat surrounding my mid-section and overly rotund thighs." I am very aware. Here's the thing, I don't pretend to be a size 2, and I definitely am aware of underwear lines! HELLO!
Now, I'm going to cook dinner. A healthy dinner that will hopefully aid in the shrinking of all the above mentioned flaws (poor Josh, he too is subject to this dinner and doesn't need to be).
Toodles... and look in the mirror before you leave the house!
However... since when did it mean
1. Wear clothes that DO NOT fit, nor have they fit within the last 5 years.
2. Wear high heels that you cannot walk in, and look like a walking beast all night.
3. Bathe yourself in perfume/cologne prior to going anywhere.
4. Wear clothing that is too short on a 5 year old, let alone your 35 year old body.
5. Wear "pimp hats" and "sunglasses" EVERYWHERE.
6. Become completely unaware of underwear lines/creases.
OK. I'm a little more conservative that the next guy, but I just spent a week in Vegas and had some of the best people watching episodes EVER! No, it was not nice, but it is not my fault that you, or the guy/gal next to you chooses to dress in the most unflattering, ridiculous clothing I've ever seen and then parade around the city. I mean give me a break, is there a point to pleather hot-shorts, sequined bra top and and a BIG FAT FUR hat with matching knee high boots? Last I checked... it's Vegas - you don't need the fur hat or boots. And, you'll look like an idiot sweating to death in the club.
Once you leave that hotel room, you are on parade - it's Vegas. Really people.... there ARE mirrors in the hotel rooms. USE THEM! And... if you're there with friends, you should slap them silly if they do not tell you that your butt DOES look big in the shorts you wore in 1999, and your boobs are not meant to be in your throat, they belong on your chest. I repeatedly said "oh, who doesn't love her enough" (as in, "who doesn't love her enough to tell her this isn't good). I mean really people. We all have days and times where we wear things we shouldn't and there are definitely times where I want to shout "more power to ya sister!"... But so many things were so very wrong with everything that was happening it was sad.
At one point, I decided to try to find someone who looked "classic" and "well presented". This means, put together with the intent of going out and making an impression, but not like a 2-bit hooker "trying" to be noticed. Sadly, the one girl I found was about 17 and was with her family. I guess it says a lot about FAMILY! Her mother did love her enough - and it showed. She looked stunning in a little black dress, makeup was fabulous (fake lashes and all), jewelry was perfect and her hair was done (with more than just a straight iron). Beautiful, jaw dropping, and classic. GO GIRL, but even more so - GO PARENTS! Although I'm sure her father was wanting to put her in a cave for 30 years after seeing the looks she was getting, I wanted to go up and shake his hand and say "Thank you for letting your daughter dress in less than you approve of, but in a classy way. She's beautiful."
Needless to say, many people would say I'm shallow and insecure for pointing out the flaws of others, but to them I say - "I am perfectly aware of my flaws - flabby tush, flotation device of fat surrounding my mid-section and overly rotund thighs." I am very aware. Here's the thing, I don't pretend to be a size 2, and I definitely am aware of underwear lines! HELLO!
Now, I'm going to cook dinner. A healthy dinner that will hopefully aid in the shrinking of all the above mentioned flaws (poor Josh, he too is subject to this dinner and doesn't need to be).
Toodles... and look in the mirror before you leave the house!
Tuesday, September 22, 2009
Motion Potion
So we've all learned through time and experience that not all motion sensors are created equal. Kind of like me and the leggy model on the cover of the magazine I just received in the mail.
Anyhow, on my latest venture cross country I had TWO episodes that about threw me overboard with the issue at hand - motion sensors. If you've been anywhere public lately, you will have noticed that the filthy, levered, paper towel dispensers are a thing of the past. We are now blessed with wonderful motion sensor dispensers that spit out hand towels and save us from germs and wet handles (ick!). I realize that we are a bit jaded regarding motion sensors due to the ineffective motion sensor toilets that we've all experienced. Nothing worse than preparing the loo only to have it flush on you right at the get go! Then, of course, once the time arrives and it should flush, it doesn't! Then, much to my dismay, it leaves us dancing around the stall like a bunch of monkeys trying to achieve the desired goal. FLUSH THE DANG TOILET ALREADY! After moments of pondering "what to do", our inner show girl mentality "kicks" in and we hoist our foot up to press the button on the wall (you know, the button that's there "just in case" the sensor doesn't work).
Now, I ask you... which is more gross. Shoe to the button (and or flush lever), or hand? That's just too much for me to get into right now. Either grosses me out. In general, I try to avoid public restrooms.
Back to the issue at hand. They are called MOTION SENSORS, not impact sensors. First I was in the Chicago airport and these two women are talking up a storm, washing their hands (thank you!) and then they sauntered over to the towel dispenser and one of them wHaCkS the sensor! It dispensed the towel, then she WhAcKeD it again! I'm telling you, this was a full contact sport for this woman. I thought to myself "wow, that's a way to get it done". But then I took a moment and thought "what if you had a motion sensor, and instead of giving the appropriate motion, I beat the living dickens out of you to get the response I wanted"? Needless to say, I let it go and tucked the episode in my pocket for later thought.
Not 48 hours later, I was in the Indianapolis airport and there was another woman SmAcKiNg the crap out of the paper towel dispenser! Hello! I don't hear anyone in there wrestling with the toilets! Come on people! Give it a try! Watch and learn... everyone else is figuring it out, join us!
Heavens, my airport stories are endless. I could go on for days and days. Maybe someday I will. Until then, please treat the paper towel dispensers that have motion sensors nicely and let them do their job! Maybe if we followed directions and quit being so dang impatient, we'd notice that it would work just fine without beating it to death!
Anyhow, on my latest venture cross country I had TWO episodes that about threw me overboard with the issue at hand - motion sensors. If you've been anywhere public lately, you will have noticed that the filthy, levered, paper towel dispensers are a thing of the past. We are now blessed with wonderful motion sensor dispensers that spit out hand towels and save us from germs and wet handles (ick!). I realize that we are a bit jaded regarding motion sensors due to the ineffective motion sensor toilets that we've all experienced. Nothing worse than preparing the loo only to have it flush on you right at the get go! Then, of course, once the time arrives and it should flush, it doesn't! Then, much to my dismay, it leaves us dancing around the stall like a bunch of monkeys trying to achieve the desired goal. FLUSH THE DANG TOILET ALREADY! After moments of pondering "what to do", our inner show girl mentality "kicks" in and we hoist our foot up to press the button on the wall (you know, the button that's there "just in case" the sensor doesn't work).
Now, I ask you... which is more gross. Shoe to the button (and or flush lever), or hand? That's just too much for me to get into right now. Either grosses me out. In general, I try to avoid public restrooms.
Back to the issue at hand. They are called MOTION SENSORS, not impact sensors. First I was in the Chicago airport and these two women are talking up a storm, washing their hands (thank you!) and then they sauntered over to the towel dispenser and one of them wHaCkS the sensor! It dispensed the towel, then she WhAcKeD it again! I'm telling you, this was a full contact sport for this woman. I thought to myself "wow, that's a way to get it done". But then I took a moment and thought "what if you had a motion sensor, and instead of giving the appropriate motion, I beat the living dickens out of you to get the response I wanted"? Needless to say, I let it go and tucked the episode in my pocket for later thought.
Not 48 hours later, I was in the Indianapolis airport and there was another woman SmAcKiNg the crap out of the paper towel dispenser! Hello! I don't hear anyone in there wrestling with the toilets! Come on people! Give it a try! Watch and learn... everyone else is figuring it out, join us!
Heavens, my airport stories are endless. I could go on for days and days. Maybe someday I will. Until then, please treat the paper towel dispensers that have motion sensors nicely and let them do their job! Maybe if we followed directions and quit being so dang impatient, we'd notice that it would work just fine without beating it to death!
Saturday, September 12, 2009
Packing and Thinking (odd combo)
What is it about packing for a trip that sucks so bad? (Disclaimer: I do not like the word "sucks", but it is fitting for the topic at hand - apologies.) Unpacking is absolutely AWFUL as well. I'm sure my husband could tell you what a horrible "unpacker" I am. But really... why UNPACK everything and actually put the suitcase away when you're just going to PACK again in like a week (ok, sometimes two weeks). Don't get me wrong, the purpose of packing and unpacking is fine, but I think the packing and unpacking is just too darn close to doing LAUNDRY. YES! That's it! It's just like doing laundry! And WHO likes doing laundry? Gag. The neverending cycle.
Anyhow, I'm leaving for my zippy cross-country venture and I'm PROCRASTINATING (not unusual) the PACKING ritual. Writing about it isn't helping ease the *suckyness either, but at least it's helping in my procrastination. See, I can admit it. I am a procrastinator by nature, but I'm also OVERLY productive as well. I think that's how I balance it all.
Heavy sigh.... GET IT TOGETHER! It's time to ATTACK and get this done. I'm off to put in another load of laundry and iron the necessary items for my trip along with clean the house and make sure my hubby is set for the week without me (BIG sad face). For those of you paying attention - YEP... I said BOTH of those awful words in one sentence - laundry and iron. Whhoooooolalala! Shivers down the spine!
Off I go! Wish me luck. I'm going to need it. Bless us all, these are NOT my strong points.
*I know this isn't a word, but this IS my blog = my rules!
Anyhow, I'm leaving for my zippy cross-country venture and I'm PROCRASTINATING (not unusual) the PACKING ritual. Writing about it isn't helping ease the *suckyness either, but at least it's helping in my procrastination. See, I can admit it. I am a procrastinator by nature, but I'm also OVERLY productive as well. I think that's how I balance it all.
Heavy sigh.... GET IT TOGETHER! It's time to ATTACK and get this done. I'm off to put in another load of laundry and iron the necessary items for my trip along with clean the house and make sure my hubby is set for the week without me (BIG sad face). For those of you paying attention - YEP... I said BOTH of those awful words in one sentence - laundry and iron. Whhoooooolalala! Shivers down the spine!
Off I go! Wish me luck. I'm going to need it. Bless us all, these are NOT my strong points.
*I know this isn't a word, but this IS my blog = my rules!
Thursday, September 3, 2009
Happy Birthday!
Wow! You're turning the big 34! HaPpY HaPpY dAy to you my love! Waking up this morning about fifteen times (sorry about the early alarm clock and repetitive slapping of the snooze!) pondering you and your HAPPY DAY, I thought to myself how lucky I am to have you as my partner in life.
As you ground your coffee beans and poured your 3 HUGE cups of coffe, I giggled to myself because there are some things in life we "need".... you are what I need. However, I do agree that you need your coffee. Without your coffee, the mornings would be quite a struggle ;)
You, Joshua, are the one thing in life that makes me live like never before. Your spunky ways, your quirky needs for BIGGER, faster, louder! I may never understand, but that's what makes it so wonderful... so very YOU. It would be odd if I understood "why" you do the things you do, and if you understood the things I do. It's the mystery that keeps it all alive!
Tonight we'll feast with family and celebrate you and your entry into your 34th year of life! I'll have to be sure and thank your mom and dad. I know I'll worry about things that don't really matter, but nonetheless, I will worry... Is the house clean enough? Will we have enough food? Will the food be delicious? Is there enough room for everyone? Do I have enough yummy food options for the kids coming? Should we eat right away or wait? Oh... heavens, I don't know why I even worry about it all because in the end the only thing that matters is that everyone is together and we are so very lucky to have such wonderful family and a wonderful event to celebrate together.
I hope you'll like your present. I'm so very excited for you to unwrap all of the wonderfulness! I'm thrilled that this is the THIRD birthday of yours we will spend together and that for the second time I can give you a present! ha ha.. I'll never forget that our second date was your birthday dinner at Kalai's house. I was so nervous and excited at the same time! I remember the great debate on whether or not to bring you a gift.
Me: "Kim, do I bring a gift or not? I mean, I've known him for a whopping day and I don't want to be rude!"
Kim: "Oh, just get him a card or something. I'll call Kalai and see what she thinks."
Me: "YEAH, that would be great! Call her and call me back." (Yes, this reminiscent of being in 6th grade and having your friend call the other friend who could find out info for you.)
Kim: "OK, I talked to Kalai and she says to just come over and don't worry about it!"
Me: "Oh gosh... it's so stressful! Are you sure it's OK? I mean, I know she "SAID", but what do YOU think?"
Kim: "Just do whatever. He'll be excited you're there. WHO CARES!"
Me: "OK... I'll see you at practice and we can decide then...love ya!"
Needless to say, I showed up empty handed with my smile in hand, butterflies in my stomach and just HOPING that you wouldn't care I was coming straight from practice in my sweats. Yet again, I fell back on the "if he really likes me, he'll like me for who I REALLY am". Luckily, it didn't matter that I was empty handed AND in sweats. WHEW!!! You answered the door with a smile (and Coors Light in hand). The night was fun. I met your family and some friends, was interrogated by a darling 3 year old niece of yours named Kira, and loved every moment of it all. Who would have thought that little Kira at the age of 3 knew that her question "When are you guys gonna get married?" would have been so very relevant and honest. She obviously saw what we felt. WOW... What a special night and now, every year after, I'll always think back to what a monumental night it was. Second "date", your birthday, our first kiss, the night I met your family (well, minus Kalai.. I already knew Kalai).
That night was great, but I hope today is as wonderful, exciting and special as you are. I can't wait for 44, 54, 64 and beyond.... I love you. I cherish our moments and memories and I'm excited to add to our story tonight. MUAH! Happy Birthday MY LOVE.
As you ground your coffee beans and poured your 3 HUGE cups of coffe, I giggled to myself because there are some things in life we "need".... you are what I need. However, I do agree that you need your coffee. Without your coffee, the mornings would be quite a struggle ;)
You, Joshua, are the one thing in life that makes me live like never before. Your spunky ways, your quirky needs for BIGGER, faster, louder! I may never understand, but that's what makes it so wonderful... so very YOU. It would be odd if I understood "why" you do the things you do, and if you understood the things I do. It's the mystery that keeps it all alive!
Tonight we'll feast with family and celebrate you and your entry into your 34th year of life! I'll have to be sure and thank your mom and dad. I know I'll worry about things that don't really matter, but nonetheless, I will worry... Is the house clean enough? Will we have enough food? Will the food be delicious? Is there enough room for everyone? Do I have enough yummy food options for the kids coming? Should we eat right away or wait? Oh... heavens, I don't know why I even worry about it all because in the end the only thing that matters is that everyone is together and we are so very lucky to have such wonderful family and a wonderful event to celebrate together.
I hope you'll like your present. I'm so very excited for you to unwrap all of the wonderfulness! I'm thrilled that this is the THIRD birthday of yours we will spend together and that for the second time I can give you a present! ha ha.. I'll never forget that our second date was your birthday dinner at Kalai's house. I was so nervous and excited at the same time! I remember the great debate on whether or not to bring you a gift.
Me: "Kim, do I bring a gift or not? I mean, I've known him for a whopping day and I don't want to be rude!"
Kim: "Oh, just get him a card or something. I'll call Kalai and see what she thinks."
Me: "YEAH, that would be great! Call her and call me back." (Yes, this reminiscent of being in 6th grade and having your friend call the other friend who could find out info for you.)
Kim: "OK, I talked to Kalai and she says to just come over and don't worry about it!"
Me: "Oh gosh... it's so stressful! Are you sure it's OK? I mean, I know she "SAID", but what do YOU think?"
Kim: "Just do whatever. He'll be excited you're there. WHO CARES!"
Me: "OK... I'll see you at practice and we can decide then...love ya!"
Needless to say, I showed up empty handed with my smile in hand, butterflies in my stomach and just HOPING that you wouldn't care I was coming straight from practice in my sweats. Yet again, I fell back on the "if he really likes me, he'll like me for who I REALLY am". Luckily, it didn't matter that I was empty handed AND in sweats. WHEW!!! You answered the door with a smile (and Coors Light in hand). The night was fun. I met your family and some friends, was interrogated by a darling 3 year old niece of yours named Kira, and loved every moment of it all. Who would have thought that little Kira at the age of 3 knew that her question "When are you guys gonna get married?" would have been so very relevant and honest. She obviously saw what we felt. WOW... What a special night and now, every year after, I'll always think back to what a monumental night it was. Second "date", your birthday, our first kiss, the night I met your family (well, minus Kalai.. I already knew Kalai).
That night was great, but I hope today is as wonderful, exciting and special as you are. I can't wait for 44, 54, 64 and beyond.... I love you. I cherish our moments and memories and I'm excited to add to our story tonight. MUAH! Happy Birthday MY LOVE.
Wednesday, September 2, 2009
Some Days...
Some days are those kick you in the butt kind of days. Yesterday and today were two of those days. Thank you Tuesday. Thank you Wednesday. Your lovely doses of "whooping" were much needed and appreciated (I can't believe I just admitted that). However, if you don't mind not visiting for a while, I would be very thankful and understanding.
Thursday, I look forward to meeting you.
Thursday, I look forward to meeting you.
Friday, August 14, 2009
A Blog? Yep, a Blog...
Hello... This is the story of me, that I wish to start recording... NOW! I'm sure I'll digress to the past now and then, but these are my stories that make up the chapters of my life, that will someday go down in my book of life. So as I diddle along in these posts, please bear with me. I'm not shooting perfection and/or grammatical precision... I'm shooting for "This is my life. Love it, hate it - I don't care. BUT.. please enjoy and feel free to laugh at/with me."
My life has been non-stop since I can remember. The NEED to be going going going, and doing doing doing is just who I am. Lucky for me, I have slowed down, which is fabulous news because that means that I found a person to slow down for. Six months ago I was married to the most amazing man, Josh. I have slowed down since that September day when I met him... not because he asked me to, rather because I wanted to. I love spending time doing things with him and just "being". Don't get me wrong, I'm still VERY busy, but just not quite as "super woman" busy as I was before.
Now, I'm all grown up (well, I try). I have a job that I LOVE (not many people can say that). I am married to my version of perfection. I have an amazing family that has continued to be my support system through all of these years. Quite frankly... I love my life. I love every avenue that got me here, and I love where it's taking me.
Through this, I want to have a journal of some sort. A venting source if you will (watch out!) and a way to post what I'm doing, where I'm going and what WE (Josh & I) are up to. I travel a lot for work, and I love sharing my stories, but I forget a lot of them. I get to travel to amazing places and meet marvelous people - all the better reason to document!
Join me on the ride... enjoy!
My life has been non-stop since I can remember. The NEED to be going going going, and doing doing doing is just who I am. Lucky for me, I have slowed down, which is fabulous news because that means that I found a person to slow down for. Six months ago I was married to the most amazing man, Josh. I have slowed down since that September day when I met him... not because he asked me to, rather because I wanted to. I love spending time doing things with him and just "being". Don't get me wrong, I'm still VERY busy, but just not quite as "super woman" busy as I was before.
Now, I'm all grown up (well, I try). I have a job that I LOVE (not many people can say that). I am married to my version of perfection. I have an amazing family that has continued to be my support system through all of these years. Quite frankly... I love my life. I love every avenue that got me here, and I love where it's taking me.
Through this, I want to have a journal of some sort. A venting source if you will (watch out!) and a way to post what I'm doing, where I'm going and what WE (Josh & I) are up to. I travel a lot for work, and I love sharing my stories, but I forget a lot of them. I get to travel to amazing places and meet marvelous people - all the better reason to document!
Join me on the ride... enjoy!
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