I think a picture can say it better. So here she is, being awesome.
Monday, June 21, 2010
Awesome
My sister said I needed to update my blog and that I should write about her being awesome.
I think a picture can say it better. So here she is, being awesome.
I think a picture can say it better. So here she is, being awesome.
Officially on Leave
Every good home office needs a bulldog sitting under the desk. Frank is by my side at all times. I never know where Mickey is, which means I get up every 10 minutes to make sure she isn't chomping on baby toys or making some kind of mess downstairs.
Today was my first official day of maternity leave and it was a fail. I was so excited. I haven't had a day off in a long time and haven't had a real vacation in years (since my honeymoon in October 2008). And then I spent my day working and doing laundry. Although I did get to have lunch with my husband which is a rare treat. And still no baby. My due date is this Wednesday so we'll see how this maternity leave thing goes tomorrow.
Today was my first official day of maternity leave and it was a fail. I was so excited. I haven't had a day off in a long time and haven't had a real vacation in years (since my honeymoon in October 2008). And then I spent my day working and doing laundry. Although I did get to have lunch with my husband which is a rare treat. And still no baby. My due date is this Wednesday so we'll see how this maternity leave thing goes tomorrow.
Thursday, June 10, 2010
Mmmmm, tacos.
I have tried really hard during this pregnancy to not be a whiny brat. Having a relatively easy pregnancy has made this easy. I have tried my best to not be a crazy, hormonal bitch but as the weeks dwindle down it is getting much, much harder. Mostly because my back effing hurts people and it's making me cranky.
Even thought I have two weeks left, I want to get this show on the road. A friend mentioned today that she heard Jack in the Box tacos would get things moving. Say no more! I was at Jack in the Box in a flash ordering two monster tacos (my meal of choice in college). The lady over the intercom said, "oh we don't have those anymore." Ok, I'm not proud of this, but I just about lost it. I yelled, "what do you mean you don't have tacos!!!!" I was completely enraged. The lady quickly came back with, "I mean we don't have monster tacos, we have the regular ones." "Oh," I said sheepishly, "I'll have two of those and curly fries." She wouldn't even look at me when I pulled up to the window. Not one of my finer moments.
I complained to my doctor about my back pain, he just said to have better posture. Thanks a lot doc. It's kind of hard to stand up straight when a gigantic belly is pulling you forward. I'm not sure what I can do about my back, but I am going to try to be more pleasant. I don't need to make everyone around me miserable for the next two weeks just because I'm uncomfortable.
Even thought I have two weeks left, I want to get this show on the road. A friend mentioned today that she heard Jack in the Box tacos would get things moving. Say no more! I was at Jack in the Box in a flash ordering two monster tacos (my meal of choice in college). The lady over the intercom said, "oh we don't have those anymore." Ok, I'm not proud of this, but I just about lost it. I yelled, "what do you mean you don't have tacos!!!!" I was completely enraged. The lady quickly came back with, "I mean we don't have monster tacos, we have the regular ones." "Oh," I said sheepishly, "I'll have two of those and curly fries." She wouldn't even look at me when I pulled up to the window. Not one of my finer moments.
I complained to my doctor about my back pain, he just said to have better posture. Thanks a lot doc. It's kind of hard to stand up straight when a gigantic belly is pulling you forward. I'm not sure what I can do about my back, but I am going to try to be more pleasant. I don't need to make everyone around me miserable for the next two weeks just because I'm uncomfortable.
Dear Baby...
A Letter to My Son:
Dear Baby,
At 38 weeks pregnant, I am so excited to meet you. I have so many hopes and dreams for you, I can't wait to introduce you to this big, wonderful world. I already love you so very much.
Ok, I can't write that kind of letter. It is just too sappy and kind of makes me want to throw up a little in my mouth.
Here is what I actually want to tell my son:
Don't be an asshole. The world is full of them and doesn't need anymore. And you don't get off because you are a baby, babies can be assholes too. Just remember to be nice, it's important.
Eat your vegetables. This country is fat and getting fatter. Health is important. Disregard the fact that your father will only eat approximately three vegetables. They all taste good and are good for you (except for green bell peppers, those are disgusting, stay away from them).
You will do your homework, all of it. Again disregard your father who is one of those super annoying types that doesn't do any homework but still aces the test.
Do not be afraid to take risks. Risks can be your opportunity for greatness. Never be afraid of failure. It is far better to go for something and not get it than to never try at all.
Listen to your parents. I promise we will try really hard to admit when we are wrong. But for a long time we will be right about everything, especially your mother.
And, most importantly, always remember that your parents love you very much.
Ok, Baby, it's all on you now, come on out whenever you're ready cause we're ready for you!
Love,
Your Crazy Mom
Dear Baby,
At 38 weeks pregnant, I am so excited to meet you. I have so many hopes and dreams for you, I can't wait to introduce you to this big, wonderful world. I already love you so very much.
Ok, I can't write that kind of letter. It is just too sappy and kind of makes me want to throw up a little in my mouth.
Here is what I actually want to tell my son:
Don't be an asshole. The world is full of them and doesn't need anymore. And you don't get off because you are a baby, babies can be assholes too. Just remember to be nice, it's important.
Eat your vegetables. This country is fat and getting fatter. Health is important. Disregard the fact that your father will only eat approximately three vegetables. They all taste good and are good for you (except for green bell peppers, those are disgusting, stay away from them).
You will do your homework, all of it. Again disregard your father who is one of those super annoying types that doesn't do any homework but still aces the test.
Do not be afraid to take risks. Risks can be your opportunity for greatness. Never be afraid of failure. It is far better to go for something and not get it than to never try at all.
Listen to your parents. I promise we will try really hard to admit when we are wrong. But for a long time we will be right about everything, especially your mother.
And, most importantly, always remember that your parents love you very much.
Ok, Baby, it's all on you now, come on out whenever you're ready cause we're ready for you!
Love,
Your Crazy Mom
Tuesday, June 8, 2010
Backyard Discovery
This morning while I was taking the bullies outside to "do their thing," I encountered this:
I know this is a blurry, crappy picture but you can clearly see that it is a turtle. In my backyard! Just standing there. I thought it was dead at first and Brady was already at work. I frantically texted him asking what I should do and if I should call animal control. He said to throw it away. Yea freaking right. There was no way I was going to pick up a dead turtle and put it in our trash can to rot there. That's beyond disgusting. When I looked at the turtle again, it was gone. Clearly it was still alive, so now a turtle is roaming around my backyard and it totally grosses me out.
I absolutely abhor turtles. I have much irrational hatred of certain animals that are kept as pets due to bad experiences as a child. Turtles are one of those animals. My brother had turtles. He had two. One walked away when my dad left it unattended in the front yard. And the other somehow got maggots and had to be taken to the vet. Bless my mother's heart for driving a maggot filled turtle to the vet for her son. I would not do such a thing. But that is why I hate turtles so much because the thought of maggots infesting an animal is just to much for me to bear. Safe to say, Baby Brady will never, ever have a turtle for a pet.
The other animal that I hate is mice. I used to like mice. I thought they were cute and fun little pets. Stephanie and I had pet mice together, Susan and Lucy, after the main characters from The Lion, The Witch, and the Wardrobe. Then Stephanie's mouse, Lucy, murdered and ate my mouse, Susan. It was a disgusting blood bath. We didn't know that two female mice would be so brutal to each other. And that was the end of keeping mice as pets. Ugh, I'm getting the willies just thinking about it.
I also hate pet rabbits. They are worthless pets and Stephanie had two of them. The first one died in its cage. My mom didn't want to deal with it, so she paid me $20 to throw it away. I think I was in junior high or high school. I wrapped a trash bag around my hand, picked up the dead bunny and tossed it in the trash can, which I think is illegal. It had been dead for a little bit and it was stiff. Again, disgusting. And because Stephanie's bunny died, my parents, for some unknown reason, got her another one. And like most mothers, my mom ended up taking care of it. And then she came down with viral meningitis. I remember that cleaning up the damn bunny's droppings was pegged as a possible cause of the illness. So that's why I dislike rabbits.
We had many, many pets as children. In addition to the turtles, mice, and rabbits, we had hamsters, lizards, skinks, and lots of fish. My parents were extremely patient with all the pets we had. But I am definitely scarred for life with some of these pets. While it was very nice of my parents to be so accommodating to their children's wishes for pets, I will not be following suit. I'm just fine with a couple of bullies.
I know this is a blurry, crappy picture but you can clearly see that it is a turtle. In my backyard! Just standing there. I thought it was dead at first and Brady was already at work. I frantically texted him asking what I should do and if I should call animal control. He said to throw it away. Yea freaking right. There was no way I was going to pick up a dead turtle and put it in our trash can to rot there. That's beyond disgusting. When I looked at the turtle again, it was gone. Clearly it was still alive, so now a turtle is roaming around my backyard and it totally grosses me out.
I absolutely abhor turtles. I have much irrational hatred of certain animals that are kept as pets due to bad experiences as a child. Turtles are one of those animals. My brother had turtles. He had two. One walked away when my dad left it unattended in the front yard. And the other somehow got maggots and had to be taken to the vet. Bless my mother's heart for driving a maggot filled turtle to the vet for her son. I would not do such a thing. But that is why I hate turtles so much because the thought of maggots infesting an animal is just to much for me to bear. Safe to say, Baby Brady will never, ever have a turtle for a pet.
The other animal that I hate is mice. I used to like mice. I thought they were cute and fun little pets. Stephanie and I had pet mice together, Susan and Lucy, after the main characters from The Lion, The Witch, and the Wardrobe. Then Stephanie's mouse, Lucy, murdered and ate my mouse, Susan. It was a disgusting blood bath. We didn't know that two female mice would be so brutal to each other. And that was the end of keeping mice as pets. Ugh, I'm getting the willies just thinking about it.
I also hate pet rabbits. They are worthless pets and Stephanie had two of them. The first one died in its cage. My mom didn't want to deal with it, so she paid me $20 to throw it away. I think I was in junior high or high school. I wrapped a trash bag around my hand, picked up the dead bunny and tossed it in the trash can, which I think is illegal. It had been dead for a little bit and it was stiff. Again, disgusting. And because Stephanie's bunny died, my parents, for some unknown reason, got her another one. And like most mothers, my mom ended up taking care of it. And then she came down with viral meningitis. I remember that cleaning up the damn bunny's droppings was pegged as a possible cause of the illness. So that's why I dislike rabbits.
We had many, many pets as children. In addition to the turtles, mice, and rabbits, we had hamsters, lizards, skinks, and lots of fish. My parents were extremely patient with all the pets we had. But I am definitely scarred for life with some of these pets. While it was very nice of my parents to be so accommodating to their children's wishes for pets, I will not be following suit. I'm just fine with a couple of bullies.
Sunday, June 6, 2010
Moving On
I finally got around to deleting my myspace account today. I think that at 30 years old they should automatically delete your account because you are clearly too old for myspace. But before I deleted it, I went through and read all the messages Brady and I wrote to each other when we were very first dating in April 2006.
A lot of the messages consisted of me whining about studying (hey it was the very end of law school) and me whining about my job (I was working at a law firm as a law clerk and absolutely hated it). Sprinkled in between my whining were some really cute and sweet messages. Things like "can't wait to see you," "I adore you," and other cutesy things that brand new couples say to each other.
There were messages about planning our second date in Vegas (see picture below) and Brady asking me what kind of Starbucks drink he should bring me in the morning. My reply was "venti zen green tea, two bags, with an inch of soy." He definitely can't say that he was surprised that I'm high maintenance.
So this is our first picture together as an item. We look so young. So full of hope and promise.
Four years, the bar exam, two apartments, one house, two bulldogs, an engagment, a wedding, and a pregnancy later, here we are. Dear Lord we have aged a lot in four years. Although it has been a jam packed four years.
We no longer communicate via myspace. Now we are lucky to exchange two texts or emails during the work day. Usually we have a full catch up on our day as we are about to fall asleep and sometimes we just pass out. The cutesy messages have been replaced with things like "did you pay the mortgage?" and "you need to change a lightbulb upstairs." While practical matters rule our life, we still find little ways to let each other know that we still adore each other. Like this weekend Brady fully completed his "honey do" list (well he still has one light bulb to change but close enough). If that doesn't say "I adore you," I don't know what does!
A lot of the messages consisted of me whining about studying (hey it was the very end of law school) and me whining about my job (I was working at a law firm as a law clerk and absolutely hated it). Sprinkled in between my whining were some really cute and sweet messages. Things like "can't wait to see you," "I adore you," and other cutesy things that brand new couples say to each other.
There were messages about planning our second date in Vegas (see picture below) and Brady asking me what kind of Starbucks drink he should bring me in the morning. My reply was "venti zen green tea, two bags, with an inch of soy." He definitely can't say that he was surprised that I'm high maintenance.
So this is our first picture together as an item. We look so young. So full of hope and promise.
Four years, the bar exam, two apartments, one house, two bulldogs, an engagment, a wedding, and a pregnancy later, here we are. Dear Lord we have aged a lot in four years. Although it has been a jam packed four years.
We no longer communicate via myspace. Now we are lucky to exchange two texts or emails during the work day. Usually we have a full catch up on our day as we are about to fall asleep and sometimes we just pass out. The cutesy messages have been replaced with things like "did you pay the mortgage?" and "you need to change a lightbulb upstairs." While practical matters rule our life, we still find little ways to let each other know that we still adore each other. Like this weekend Brady fully completed his "honey do" list (well he still has one light bulb to change but close enough). If that doesn't say "I adore you," I don't know what does!
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