An Announcement

So it has been well over a month and half since I last posted something on my blog.

Here are my excuses (please note these excuse also apply to not doing the dishes/laundry, zoning out at work, and the general laziness of the last couple months):

1. I was tired.

2. I was hungry.

3. I was busy yelling at my husband for something he didn't do/had no control over, then crying inconsolably until he drove me to Jack in the Box for an oreo cookie shake.

4. I was asleep.

5. I was busy diagnosing myself with various maladies via Google.

6. I was busy lurking on online message boards.

7. I was trying to keep a secret and was afraid I wouldn't be able to resist blogging about it.

You might be asking why the above-described things kept me from blogging, well to sum it all up...I'm pregnant! I am due on June 23, 2009 and I am 14 weeks along. I haven't been blogging because for the first trimester I was literally in bed by 8pm and had absolutely no energy. Plus I spent all my internet time reading message boards, researching my symptoms, researching my lack of symptoms, researching symptoms I thought I should have, researching phantom symptoms, etc. Thinking about my pregnancy, worrying about my pregnancy, feeling like crap about my pregnancy has consumed me for the past couple of months. I also did not want to tell the internet world my big news until I was in my second trimester. So now I'm in my second trimester, I heard the baby's heartbeat on Monday, and I'm feeling a lot better. So there you go blogging world, I'm pregnant!

Empty Couch Syndrome

The corner of my couch is empty. The laptop is poised ready for use, but no one is using it. No one is squishing my good throw pillows. No one is letting the bullies up on the couch even though they are not supposed to be there.




All because Brady has become a slave to his law firm. Lately he has been working like crazy. I am usually in bed when he gets home. At first, this was kind of nice. I could watch whatever I wanted on t.v., I didn't have to watch sports and then watch the episode of Sportscenter recapping the game that we just finished watching. But now this is getting a little ridiculous. I miss Brady. I miss the sports! I miss him reading random news stories online with a "hey did you hear about...." every five minutes. I definitely miss having dinner with him. That is when we get to catch up about the day. We have pretty much no contact during the work day. There is the occasional "I love you" text or the occassional "hey pick up the dry cleaning or we'll be going to work naked" text. But we don't talk on the phone or email so I really don't get to talk to him till he gets home.

Don't get me wrong, I am extremely proud of him for his dedication and work ethic. He is working hard for our family (husband, wife, and bullies counts as a family) and I appreciate it immensely. Now he just needs to come home, I'll even put Sportscenter on, I promise!

Hello Again

I know I have neglected my blog lately. I'm not entirely sure why, my excuse was that I just have not done anything interesting enough to blog about lately. But then, in thinking about my blog, I realized most of the stuff I blog about is not really all that interesting. My blog is just snippets of my somewhat ordinary life with some pictures. It doesn't help that lately I have just been exhausted. Work has been crazy busy, Brady has been working a ton, most nights I come home from work, eat dinner, and go to bed. My house is a mess, my dogs have not been walked in ages (not that Frank cares), and all my little projects are in a stand still.

I finally got around to one of my projects tonight, mending dog toys. My bullies tear through toys in minutes, sometimes seconds. And they love their toys. They need their toys. The toys keep them occupied and keep them from chewing on shoes, couches, purses, etc. The toys are essential. I spend lots of money on toys, so much that I have started sewing up the little holes.



The bullies had ripped through all but one toy, so I finally busted out the sewing kit and fixed some of their toys. Yes, I realize that my husband and I are attorneys and we can afford to buy more dog toys but it is the principle of the matter, I just bought all these toys and I'll be damned if I'm going to buy dog toys every week!

Frank is so excited for his toy, he wants it bad. I probably should just give it to him instead of taunting him while I take a picture.



Look at my little angels, waiting so patiently for their toys. A moment of calm before there is stuffing all over my house again.



Aren't you glad I started blogging again? How else would you have heard that I spent my Wednesday night sewing dog toys?

Having Our Cake and Eating It Too

Brady and I recently celebrated our one year wedding anniversary. In keeping with tradition, we saved part of our wedding cake to eat on our anniversary. It has been sitting in my parents' freezer for over a year. This past weekend, we finally got around to eating.

Here is our cake in all its original glory. It was a very simple white cake with chocolate mousse and fresh strawberries. The cake topper is the one that my grandparents used for their wedding, over 55 years ago.



Yup, I went there, I smashed cake in Brady's face. I couldn't help myself. He deserved it for taking all those jager shots before the ceremony.



How's that cake up your nose, Brady?



Here we are, a little over a year later with our cake. I must say I do photograph better when my hair and make up are professionally done.



Brady claims that he didn't eat any cake at our wedding except for the piece I shoved up his nose, so I let him go first with the cake tasting. He looks a little nervous about eating year-old, frozen cake.



And it's confirmed, year-old frozen cake is pretty awful. Actually it is downright disgusting. But we ate it, does that bring us good luck? A long, happy marriage? Or just a slight case of food poisoning?

Slimy

I hate lawyers, specifically male ones. Yes, I am aware that I am a lawyer and that I am married to a male lawyer but there is just something so slimy about male lawyers.

I had a trial today, it was the continuation of a trial that started last week. Last week the parents of the special education child were unrepresented, and that was fine. Sometime in between last Wednesday and last Friday, they got a lawyer. I talked to this lawyer and his associate over the phone a couple times before today. I was assured that they were not going to recall witnesses. We get to the courtroom today, and the first thing he does is recall a witness. So I object, tell the judge that I was informed that witnesses were not going to be recalled and this slimy lawyer basically calls me a liar. But he is the one that is lying! So the witness ends up getting recalled for rebuttal purposes and it was fine, but I cannot believe how slimy and untruthful this guy was!

The special education legal community is very, very small. It is the same group of lawyers that pretty much handle everything so you see the same people over and over again. You would think people would want to be nice and courteous because you know you are going to see the same people over and over again. This is the first time I met this particular lawyer, you think he would at least be professional and um, I don't know, not lie! This is particularly egregious in this area of law, this is all about the kids, kids with special needs, parents dealing with kids with special needs. Slimy lawyers who lie have no place in this area of law. They all need to go represent tobacco companies. That's where slimy lawyers who lie belong.

And that is the end of my rant. I rest my case.

Oops

Today I had lunch with a friend, and I pigged out. I had half a ham and swiss sandwich with dijonaisse and a bowl of beef chili. This is definitely pigging out by my standards. But I was hungry, no starving, and if I didn't eat something big and comforting I was going to die, seriously.

So after lunch I send this text, "I had lunch with [friend]. I know she was judging what I ate." But, I sent the text to the friend I had lunch with, it was meant for someone else, but I accidentally sent it to her.

She texted back, graciously, that she was not judging me. Feeling very embarrassed, I confessed to her that I felt really guilty about what I had eaten and that I know she wasn't judging me and I need to not worry about what other people think of me. We then had a very interesting conversation about eating, healthy eating, worrying about what other people think, jealousy, etc. What was originally an accident, turned out to be a very fruitful conversation of the pressures we feel in dieting and in everyday life. We lamented the fact that girls just worry about what others think of them and that boys are lucky because they just have technology envy and you can buy electronics.

So here are my life lessons that I learned from this little incident:

1. A good friend will, and does, understand all your insecure feelings and confessing these feelings makes you feel not so alone in the world.

2. Everyone, at some point, is jealous of someone else for something be it inconsequential or not. We are human, these feelings are going to happen and we should not beat ourselves up about it.

3. My friend really does not give a damn about what I eat for lunch.

Later in the day, I recounted this story to my sister and told her what I ate for lunch. Her response was "Damn!" So much girls not judging each other!