Sunday, December 20, 2009

Tis the season to be....

Stressed? I'm pretty sure that's not how that line ends. But it is in my world. I am not done shopping, but Chris is. He asks me every morning if I want to celebrate Christmas that day. No, I don't. Because you don't have shit under the tree. Sorry Charlie. And when I thought I was going to get some shopping done, oh nah. I just couldn't get our shit together to get out the door.

Has anyone else ever tried shopping with an infant? I took her to the mall a few weeks ago, hoping to get something accomplished. Ha! I mean, don't get me wrong, she behaved awesomely. But by the time I changed her, fed her, changed her again, maneuvered the stroller through the stores, changed her, again (and this time changed her clothes too because she had spit up all over them) I was hungry. And exhausted. And had bought nothing. So, I am not taking her with me again. But by the time Chris gets everything done that he needs to, there is only a short period of time left for me and I can't quite travel as far as I need to in order to get it done.

So today, I am hoping, that when Chris gets home from his errands, that I will be able to get out there and get it done so I can stop worrying about his Christmas. Only I need help from someone, who I have asked for assistance, and said person has been wonderful to help me, but I am going to miss said person because they will be where I need to go before Chris is home. And while I could pack Kate up and go, please read the above paragraph.

So, sigh, here is to hoping that I can figure it out on my own and it gets done. That my shopping will be over and I can stop stressing about it. That Chris and I can just enjoy some time together. That I can stop worrying about how the house is a mess. That I can be excited about Friday. That I can stop wanting to just crawl back into bed and say forget it because there is just too much to do.

Tuesday, November 10, 2009

Kate's 1st Vacation - Blessing our Socks Right Off.

This weekend, the Neikirk's were gracious enough to invite us to their lake house for our first vacation with Baby Kate. We got up there on Friday and had a delicious Chicken Parm dinner that Erik had picked up. And then, it was time for an old fashioned Scrabble whoopin. I finally beat Chris for the first time in I can't remember how long:)

Saturday, Caroline and I went for a walk and checked out a neighbors house that had tragically burnt down. It had been a beautiful home. But, there was already a construction permit on a tree at the end of the driveway so I can't wait to see what the new house will look like.
Then the boys went fishing so Caroline, Kate and I took a little trip into downtown Helen. Kate was asleep for this part, but that didn't stop us from posing her in a couple places. It reminded me of those commercials with the pictures of the gnome wherever he is traveling.

Here is Kate at the fountain downtown.

While downtown, we watched a youth group dance. All I can tell you about this is that the lady who introduced them insisted that this would "bless our socks off." It was fun to watch and identify reasons each person was participating. There was the one curly haired, blonde boy who was way to into it. Then there was the high school jock with the backwards hat who was surprisingly good and rocking it out. And then there was the boy in the back corner who was clearly just participating to hopefully meet some girls. The crowd was into it. I don't know if my socks were blessed right off, but my shoes felt special at least.

Then Caroline and I got Caramel Appples. Yummy!!! We went down by the river and sat on a swing to enjoy our apples before driving back to the house. While we were sitting there this little boy walked down by the water and was looking at the huge water slide that was on the other side. When his parent called him to come he said, "But we just got here. I just thought we could look some." Too cute.

Here is Kate by the river.

That night we played a lot of Sequences and watched football while Baby Kate took a nap on Erik's chest. Too cute. He is going to be an awesome dad.
Sunday we had to leave kind of early because we had to get home and settled before going back out again for Joy's birthday party. Before we left, we took Kate down to the lake and took some pictures to commemorate her first trip. All in all, it was a very relaxing weekend with wonderful friends and it is nice to know that Kate is welcome too.

So, hope you enjoyed the pics and that something wonderful blesses your socks off this week. :)

Saturday, October 31, 2009

Happy Halloween

I am a firm believer that you are never too young for Halloween. For this reason, here is Kate celebrating her first. We didn't trick or treat, but we did answer the door together and give everyone candy :)

Best $8 spent at Wal Mart EVER!

Monday, October 26, 2009

Guess Who Came A Knockin'

OK. So I am not one to post more than one blog on the same day, but I feel this is an exception.

Last week I was sitting here while Kate took a nap and there was a tap, tap tappin on the front door. I answered, wondering who could be here in the middle of the day, only to discover that it was two delightfully polite women representing the Jehovah's Witnesses. OK. I have nothing against what they do, or what they believe, but I do not want to sit and discuss it with them for hours in my family room. But, they were, as aforementioned, very polite and they asked if they could leave me some literature and come back some other time to discuss it.

Well, I forgot that in my haste to get them to leave my front stoop, I nodded yes in polite agreement. So today, when I was getting ready to drift off into a peaceful slumber on my couch, I heard a light knocking on the door. Just like last week, I answered, wondering who could be here in the middle of the day, and much to my dismay, it was those two wonderfully polite women inquiring as to whether I had read their literature and if now was a good time to chat. It was not a good time.

So now I have an "appointment" for them to come back on Thursday. I do not want to meet with them, but they were so nice I just couldn't say no. So now, on Thursday, when they come rapping on my door, I will sit hunched on the couch, pretending I am not home, feeling guilty for being so rude as to tell them they could come back and then ignoring them. Is that bad?

With moments like this, who needs haunted houses?

So, if you know me at all, you know that I am a tiny bit frightened by spiders. And if you really know me, you know that means that I am really absolutely terrified, but for some reason feel the need to downplay the sheer terror that runs trough my body at the sight of, or sometimes even the thought that a spider could be anywhere within a 10 mile radius. Eeek. Blech. Just thinking it gives me the willies.

So, I love Halloween as much as the next guy. And I have frequented my fair share of haunted houses. But Friday, night, I get the scare of my life, and will never need someone to fake me out in some lame $20 haunted house because nothing could scare me like this did. In fact, I just stopped shaking, which is why it took me until Monday to write about it.

Friday happened like normal. And at 10:30 p.m. Chris decided it was time to go to bed. He put the dogs out for the last time and I changed Kate's diaper and we waited for the dogs to be finished. Chris went back to let them in and only two appeared. He closed the door again and went to brush his teeth. I, being impatient, {have I mentioned that before :)} picked Kate up from the portable crib, and decided to go out back and call for Bailey, our third dog, to hurry up and get her butt inside so that I could go to bed.

So, I open the door, and there it is. The largest spider I have ever seen in my life runs across my foot and into the house, where it makes an immediate left and runs away. Ew. Blech. Gross. Cue in screaming, crying and hyperventilating. No lie.

Chris came running, thinking that I have dropped Kate and is trying to figure out what the hell has just happened. I am now outside, in the rain, clutching our daughter and hopping from one foot to the other, hyperventilating, eyes as wide as possible, trying to explain what is wrong.

I believe it went like this, "It was huge! It's in the house! It was on me! It's huge! It's in the house!" Rinse and repeat many times, because that was all I could get out.

Needless to say, Chris was not amused by my hysterics and he took Kate from me and went in the house and closed the door. That's right, he left me outside, in the dark, in the rain, mad at me because he was so scared that Kate had gotten hurt.

So I am standing alone on the wet back porch, barefoot and jumping from one foot to the other sobbing and trying to breathe. Finally, he opens the door and tells me I need to calm down and come in the house. I am staring at the door like it is a ring of fire that I have to force myself to jump through. After a minute, or two, and only after he said he was going to close the door if I didn't come in, I ran into the house.

At this point, he gave me Kate and told me to go to our room and calm down. He commences his search for the spider that I am certain is in the house, waiting for us to go to sleep so it can come in and attack us.

After about 15 minutes, Chris came into the room only to find me still holding our daughter, still crying and having a hard time breathing and rocking back and forth like an autistic child. I told him what I saw, and he swears he cannot find anything. This is unacceptable to me, and causes me to sob harder so off he goes for a second time.

Another 15 minutes later he returns to tell me that he has has killed what he agreed was a rather large spider on the back porch (yes, the one on which I was standing alone just 30 minutes ago) and 10 of her children!!!!! Ew!!! Blech!!!

You would think this story would be over at this point. But no. Because I am insistent that I saw that spider come into the house. Chris did his best to calm me down and remind me that in my state of panic, I didn't exactly watch to see where it went and it may have turned around and run back out without my seeing it. He then asked me if I wanted to come outside and see the one he killed and confirm that it was, in fact, the spider I had seen.

Rationally, this would have been a smart thing to do. But instead, he was met with a "No way, Jose. Do you think I am crazy?" (In hindsight, thinking about the way I reacted to this incident, I am lucky he didn't look at that point and say, "Yes. I do think you are crazy based on your behavior the last 30 minutes.") But instead, he just said, "I really think it would make you feel better. But that's fine. Stay here and I will go get rid of the bodies."

He was gone another 10 minutes and when he came back he said he had looked around again, and there were no more large spiders. I said, "Are you sure there weren't two big spiders? I swear one came into the house." But, he hadn't found anything and had to go to work in the morning so off to bed we went. And by that I mean, he climbed in and immediately fell asleep while I stayed awake, still shaking and rocking and tears streaming down my cheeks because every time I close my eyes I still fell that gross thing going across my foot and see it in my mind.

I finally fell asleep. Probably out of pure exhaustion. Again, you think this story is over. But you are sadly mistaken. I had to get up at 1 to feed Kate and change her diaper. I turn on every light I can find, peer out into the family room, survey the scene, decide it is safe, quickly hurry over to the portable crib to change her diaper, dash back into the room, and tuck her safely back into bed and breathe a sigh of relief.

3:30 a.m. Kate is hungry. I get up, pick her up out of the crib. Turn on every light I can reach and survey the scene, when I see it. On the floor, under the window, right by the bedroom door, the spider that I swore had come in, that Chris could not find to save his life. That little bastard had made his way from the back door, around the house, past the cat and all three dogs and was in fact in our bedroom, laying in wait to attack us. I immediately started yelling, "Chris, it's in here. It's in our room. It's under the window. I knew it was coming to get us!"

At this point Chris wakes up, tries to figure out what is going on, follows my directions to finding the spiders location, and wails on it with a shoe. He then took a maxi pad and picked up the remains. I guess toilet paper wouldn't have been absorbent enough?!? I mean, it was huge. And now, if you think the story is over, you are correct.

Needless to say, in the season of creepy crawlies, try to scare your pants off, I do not need fake fear, because I experienced the real thing this past Friday.

And for the record, I know that I sound like a crazy person and I apologized to Chris for being crazy the following morning. He just told me I am not crazy, just irrational. And I reminded him that is why they are called irrational fears. I also reminded him that it will be a long time before I open the back door at night again.

Eek! Ew! Blech!

Thursday, October 22, 2009

I have a confession.

I have been holding this in for a while. I have to admit. OK. Here it goes.

I love Ellen. That's right. You hear me. She cracks me up.

I just feel compelled to watch her show every day. She says the most random things and she always makes me laugh. I almost wish I could just carry a tiny Ellen in my pocket so that every time I needed a laugh I could just pull her out, set her in the palm of my hand and wait for the magic to happen.

In fact, if you don't watch it, it is on NBC at 4 every day and I highly suggest that you record it and see for yourself.

And if you can't record it, just go the webpage:

So, here's to hoping she makes you laugh like she does for me :)

Sunday, October 18, 2009

The Trade Up Is Worth It

Tonight I decided that I was going to take a bath. This doesn't seem like something that is worth mentioning, except that it is not such a simple task these days. No, I don't mean that it is hard to bathe. I shower daily, actually. It's just that Kate has decided that she needs to throw a fit every time I find something I want to do.

So, I run the tub. Fill it with bubbles. Climb in and release a sigh of relief. And then.........waaaaahhhhhhhh!!!!! Screaming and crying like if you didn't know any better you would think we were beating her. In fact, tonight she cried so hard that she had her first actual tears.

So I climb out of the tub. Dried off. And then did everything I could to stop her crying. Turns out she was hungry. Again.

But as stated in the title. She is worth it. But today, for one moment, I missed the ability to take an uninterrupted bath.

Ahhh....... sigh.

Saturday, October 10, 2009

My Angel

Every day I look at my daughter and I think several things.

1) OMG! That was in me?!?!?!

2) We made her?!?!

3) How is it possible that i already know I could never love anything more than I love this little girl?


4) Why do I get to be so lucky?

I am in love. In a way I never thought imaginable. She is the most precious, beautiful angel. I thank God every day that he blessed us with her.

Thursday, September 24, 2009

Kitty was mean mugging me.

So I went to the doctor today. Let me start by saying that I already knew that it would not be a pleasant experience because I do not like the Nurse Practitioner that I was scheduled to see. Add to it the fact that the last thing Chris said to me on the way out the door this morning was, "Maybe they will send us straight to the hospital." Have I mentioned my lack of patience? And bam, today became the longest day ever.

So, anyway, I felt like crap today. I have what feels like menstrual cramps and I am wondering with every new pain if it is supposed to be something I should know is going to happen. I keep thinking, is this a labor pain? Does this mean that it is coming soon? Is this normal? Enough to drive you crazy.

And then there is the bizarre behavior my cat has been exhibiting. I know that at this point you are thinking, "what the hell does that have to do with having your baby?" Let me explain. So a long time ago, way back in January when I found out I was pregnant, my mom asked me if my pets were treating me an differently. I thought that was weird. She proceeded to tell me that when she was pregnant with my sister, her cat started to act weird and hover around her right before she went into labor. Needless to say, for nine months, she has asked me if the pets are being strange. The answer has been a resounding no.

Until last night. So I am on the couch, and kitty, who is normally miles away praying that no one will try to pet her, decides that she needs to be on the coffee table while I am on the couch. And she is staring at me. And crying. And begging for attention. Could be explained away. It happens sometimes.

Then, when I got up several times during the night to pee, that's right, because I am nine months pregnant and have a bladder the size of a walnut, the cat was sleeping right up next to me. I have had this cat for 8 years. And for 8 years she has slept in the bedroom. And NEVER in the bed. Yet last night, she wasn't just in the bed, she was cuddled up close to me. And when I normally move, she takes off like a bat out of hell. But not this time. Instead, I have to contort my body and maneuver my giant belly around the cat because she isn't budging. When I returned from the bathroom, I had to yet again twist in a fashion that would not be comfortable even to a yoga instructor to not disturb my new best friend. And she watched me get ready this morning. She was staring me down. Little creepy.

Needless to say, the cat is bugging out, I feel like crap, and Chris has convinced me that I am birthing his child in the evening hours. So off I go to the Nurse Practitioner who, as I have already stated, is not one of my favorite people.

Without giving too much detail about how rough she was, and how uncomfortable today's appointment was, I will say that the news is good. So, I am 90% effaced and almost 3 cm dilated. Yay!!!!

Umm, but here's the thing, she also said she scraped my membrane. Sounds gross, but it is supposed to try and help bring on contractions. But now it is hours later and......nothing. A big fat nothing. (Have I mentioned that I don't have much patience?) It makes me feel a little like a failure. Which is totally ridiculous because I am not even due until October 4th. But if you put together all of the pieces of the puzzle that I had, you would have convinced yourself that I was, in fact, going to be a mother today.

Oh, nah.

So, here is to good news and hopes that before the weekend is out I will have a living, breathing Kate. :)

I would also like to add that it would be greatly appreciated if my cat would go back to her normal, elusive self and stop creeping me out. Or I will feed her to Chad's Christmas present (please see the Preppy Haze blog). will do no such thing.

Tuesday, September 22, 2009

I am following you.

I still cannot figure out how to have my picture appear in the little box of the people I follow. If anyone can help me, that would be fantastic. I hate being a shadow person.

Monday, September 21, 2009

Patience....a quality I lack apparently.

So, this morning my wonderful Mother-In-Law called to check on me and see how I am feeling. I think she, like everyone else in this family, would really like for Kate to be here, and is maybe hoping that one of these days my answer will be something other than, "I feel fine. Just ready." So in our conversation she proceeds to tell me that someone she knows, who is due the day after me, had their baby on Saturday, so Kate could come any day. I get the intention. She wanted me to know that there is a light at the end of the tunnel.

But here's the thing. This is not the first such story I have heard. In fact, a friend of ours has a friend who was due on my same date who also had her baby on Saturday. This made me excited. And then, disappointed when I immediately did not go into labor.

I am so ready to have this baby!!!!!!! And the more I hear about people who are supposed to have their babies when I do, but get blessed with being allowed to meet their child early, the longer it seems I have to wait and the more impatient I get. So, now I am finishing up my last week of long term lesson plans, hoping that maybe my daughter is just trying to be considerate and doesn't want me to be stressed about any lingering work. So now I have caused yet another issue, because I am sure I will finish the plans and then expect, as I said earlier, to immediately go into labor. Which, assuredly, will not happen.

In fact, I will not be surprised when I am one of those women who delivers 10 days late. My mom did with both my sister and I. Which is fine, I guess. I mean, its not like I am miserably uncomfortable, or its still unreasonably hot. In fact, I am actually at a rather pleasant point, unless I am trying to sleep. It's just that I feel like I have been pregnant forever, And I have so many questions about what she will be like. And I just want her to be here so I can meet her. Is that too much to ask?


Friday, September 11, 2009

Football Season in the South

It's only my favorite time of year. The weather starts to cool off. Saturday's are filled with friends, football and fantastic food. Every year our tickets come in the mail, we reserve our tailgate spot for yet another year, and begin dreaming of that first home game. There is nothing like that first one. Stepping into Sanford Stadium, mixing into the sea of red and black, watching great clips of games past while listening to the glorious voice of Larry Munson and getting ready to yell Goooooooooo Dawgs, Sic Em!!!

And tomorrow is it!!!!!

Only I am too pregnant to enjoy it. That's right, after hours of debate, I have given my ticket away. What?!?!?!?!? I am sure you are thinking WTF! I mean, I know I am. Who does such a thing. So let me describe the painful details that led to my tragic decision.

First, there is the fact that, while normally I couldn't head off to Athens early enough, Chris and his family are leaving at 10am. 10am? you say. That's late! Yes, it would seem, except the game isn't until 7:30. That's right, 9 1/2 hours of tailgating.

What's wrong with that? you may ask now.

Again..normally nothing. Only I am so pregnant that sitting outside for 10 hours before standing for 3 in the game sounds painfully miserable to me. Swollen ankles that would follow that could not be described.

And then there is the little issue of the weather. How is it that today was 77 and overcast, while tomorrow is supposed to be 88, sunny and nary a cloud in the sky. You may read this and say, it's only supposed to be 81 tomorrow. You are correct. If you are planning on staying in Atlanta. However, if you would like to travel to the Holy Town that is Athens on a Fall Saturday, you will find that somehow it is miraculously going to be 7 degrees hotter 30 miles up the road.

And then there is my favorite tailgating past time- Bacardi and Dr. Pepper. Clearly there will be none of that.

So, while I have been a pretty pleasant pregnant woman for the last 36 weeks, tonight I am positively pissed, devastatingly disappointed, and prepping myself for a Saturday of sitting at home watching the game by myself. Happy freaking fall, y'all.

Wednesday, July 22, 2009

Delicious Food!!!!!!

Parma- a new restaurant near Tutti Frutti in Buford, has possibly the most delicious food I have ever tasted. Caroline and I split an 8 inch pizza and a French Dip Sandwich. Both equally delicious. Heavenly in fact. If you are looking for a reasonably priced meal, that is delicious and somewhere different, I highly recommend this place. It was soooooo yummy.

Friday, June 12, 2009

Why is it all so hard?

So, the decision to have a baby, not hard. Getting pregnant, thankfully for us, not hard. Everything that comes after....seems....sooooooo....hard. First it was what we were going to do with the guest room to make a nursery. Do we put up bead board? Do we just do chair railing? Should we leave it as it is and just paint? And OMG......paint!!!!! What color? Not pink. What about green, or tan, or purple, or yellow, or......... And then we said Sage Green. Do you know how many shades there are of Sage green? How can one paint company find fifteen ways to make the color SAGE! Seriously?!?!?!?!

And then we realize, maybe we should pick out the bedding we want before we decide on a color. After countless websites, Targets, Wal Marts, BabiesrUs's, random furniture stores.....we finally narrowed it down to a set called A La Mode at Babies R Us so we were able to make a decision about paint color. So the room is painted, all except one coat of white on the bottom half. And I love the bedding we are going to register for. I think it is adorable and not too girly, which makes me super happy.

So now, the new issue is nursery furniture. Back to the websites, Targets, BabiesrUs's.......And we had a set that we liked, but now we don't think that the finish is the right color for the way we have painted the nursery. So, last night, for our Anniversary, Chris and I spent an hour and a half online looking at furniture and then went back to Target. Still, no decision has been made. So today, after he gets off work, its off to Babies R Us again.

Which brings me to registering. It would be great if we did that today, but should we be taking someone with us because we have no idea what we need? And have you ever stepped into a Babies R Us? Wait until you do it when you are pregnant. Totally overwhelming. In fact, sometime during my first trimester we went there just to get a present for our friends who were having a baby shower. Chris left me alone in an aisle while he went to the bathroom and I was in tears by the time he came back. Something inside of me just started to panic about what were we going to register for? And how did they decide on the patterns and designs they chose? And when were we going to go the store and actually scan all these things? get the idea. Total meltdown mode. Can you imagine the look on Chris's face when he got back to me. I mean, here he left his total stable wife in the aisle of the store for 2 minutes and by the time he got back there was this blubbering, red faced, maniac in her place. How does he put up with me?

So, I am so excited about Kate coming in October. More than words could even explain. And Chris is totally already wrapped around her little finger. I just know she is going to be a Daddy's girl. I don't want to seem like all I can do is complain and that I am not happy, but I feel like all the things that should be fun, are so stressful. And then I feel like if I admit how stressful and completely overwhelming it is that it makes me a bad person, or a bad mom already. Talk about rediculous hormones. And, when we are actually looking at stuff together, we do have a good time, its just that there are sooooooooooooooo many options!

So, here is to hoping that Chris and I can find some solution on registering, or furniture or something today and that we can have fun doing it. Thank God he is so calm, and level headed and wonderful so that he can keep me sane.

Monday, June 8, 2009

Ready to Relax...Finally

I am freshly back from my trip to France, which can only be summed up by the word phenominal! So much to do and see and great memories with my sister. We stayed pretty close to the Eiffel Tower and we walked almost everywhere. These pregnant feet were pretty swollen when I got back on Friday. But it was sooooo worth it.

For the last couple of days I have just taken it easy. Aside from a great lunch/pedicure/pool date with Caroline on Saturday, some errands, and a trip to the farm with the dogs this afternoon I have pretty much just chilled at my house. And it has been wonderful! I didn't realize how hectic the last six weeks have been. There was the big push to the end of the school year, packing up my classroom, finding out we are having a girl, and then packing and going off to France. I realized I have had little to no down time for awhile. Now I know, I went to France, so I can't complain, but everyone knows how exhausting travel can be.

So, needless to say, the fact that my wonderful man and I are about to just sit and watch a movie is a pretty exciting prospect. Especially since Netflix sent us this movie 2 months ago and we have not had time to watch it. Don't get me wrong, there is plenty we should be doing, like working on the nursery, but I say it is time for a break.

Chris did do a lot of work on the nursery while I was gone. He put up bead board and chair railing and put in a new baseboard. It looks great. And yesterday he painted the top of the wall a color called Sagey. It is wonderful. So, with our Anniversary being on Thursday, we hope to have everything painted so that we can go pick out our furniture as our present to each other.

So, here is to a night of relaxation, before pushing ahead to get the nursery completed. I am ready to relax. FINALLY!!!!!!!

Tuesday, May 26, 2009

Memorial Day

The rain did not go away. But we had fun anyway. It rained off and on, but we had yard olympics and people played ladder ball, horseshoes and cornhole in between rainshowers and later in the rain. It was fun. Chris set up tents on the back deck so you could sit at the table without getting wet. We still got to grill out and everyone seemed to enjoy themselves. It was disappointing to not get to use the pool, but there is always another day.

Since some people chilled inside we watched the Braves game and the rain delay on the race. It was fun to catch up with people we hadn't seen in awhile. And there was sooooo much food. I don't think I need to eat this entire week! So, another successful party in my book. And, everything was cleaned up before I went to bed, so no worry the next morning. Amazing what you can get done when you are sober. This was the first year I didn't drink so I was actually productive.

And, you know you are getting older when one of your friends takes out the trash and another asks where the broom is to sweep up grass clippings that have been dragged in. I just had to laugh. Good times.

Yesterday was actually Memorial Day and our friend Erik's birthday. The sun finally decided to come out around 4 so we headed out to the farm in Monroe to do some fishing. Erik, Chris and Jeremiah caught a few and Caroline and I sat on the dock and chatted all afternoon. Jeremiah left to meet his wife for dinner and we went to Chili's with the Neikirk's. It was lots of fun. So all in all, a great weekend. Now I am off to work for the last day until fall, and my last day at my current school. I will not be wearing mascara, because I am sure Iwill cry at some point in the day.

Sunday, May 24, 2009

Rain, Rain, Rain, Rain......

This springs weather has sucked. I never thought I would say this, but I am sick of the rain. Today is our 4th Annual Memorial Day Party. It is overcast and drizzly, and is supposed to rain this afternoon. Seriously!!!!!!!!!!!! I am so sick of the rain!!!!!!! So, here is to hoping that it clears up, dries out a little, and we can put 28 people in our yard this afternoon!!!!

Wednesday, May 20, 2009

So tomorrow we find out if this baby is a boy or a girl. I am really excited, but kind of scared that we will be those people whose baby has its legs crossed so you can't tell anything. That would be just my luck.

Anyway, I feel like 2:00 tomorrow is forever away. And, I have a list of about 12 million people that I have to notify as soon as I leave the doctors office. I have never been one for mass texts, but his may be one such situation where it may have to happen. Although, there are people on the list who I would rather they hear it from me than read it on their phone.

Today was the last day for our students. We spent half the day watching Animal Farm. What a bizarre movie. Then we had the eighth grade slide show and off they went to Connections. I have never seen 8th graders cry so much! You would have thought that someone had died, or at least lost an appendage, but no. They were just sad that they won't see each other again until August. I mean, it was surreal. These kids who act all tough all year were sobbing and hugging. Five years of teaching, and I don't think I have ever seen that many tears. Maybe not even in the other four years combined. Insane. Needless to say, they pulled themselves together and off they went. Hope they have a wonderful summer.

Tuesday, May 12, 2009

Just wanted to say, the last couple days have included some wonderful times with Friends. Saturday, we went to the Eubanks' to have dinner for Allison's birthday. The food was delicious and the company was wonderful. Allison and Chad are always hysterical. I especially love how Chad always sneaks into the kitchen and turns up the music and after 5 minutes Allison realizes and makes him come turn it back down. I am amazed by his sneakiness, because he manages to turn it up without anyone noticing regularly. And Allison cracks me up because she insists that our baby is going to be a girl. Since the girl name we picked is Kate, she always says, "Well Kate is going to....." or "When Kate comes..." and I have to follow that with "You mean Andrew." She is too funny.

Last night, I walked with Caroline, which was very enjoyable. I feel like we hadn't hung out in forever. It was nice to talk about how excited we are about the school year being over. Caroline and I went back to the house and sat on the patio and enjoyed the beautiful weather. I love Spring! Then we waiting for our hubbies to get off of work and we all went to dinner. We went to Outback and it was delicious. It was good times. I am excited about going to the lake with them in July, even if it is 2 months away.

On Mother's Day, Chris made me feel special even though I am not a mommy yet. (Week 19 and counting.) He got up and went to Dunkin Donuts and got me two of my favorites, Chocolate filled powdered donuts. YUM!!!! I totally went fat kid on them. Is it really called fat kid when you are pregnant though? Or can I say, I totally went pregnant chic on them. Anyway, he also brought me a potted purple calla lily plant, which was especially sweet because those are what I carried in our wedding. He didn't have to do anything for me, because like I said, not a mom yet, but still he went out of his way to make sure I had something. Just another sign of how lucky I am I guess.

Wednesday, April 29, 2009

Ok, I get it!!!!!

So, since my two friends who already keep up blogs keep telling me, repeatedly, that I need to write my own, I am giving in. I get it. However, I must warn you that my life.....not all that fascinating.

So, it has already been a crazy evening. I decided I was going to make a Strawberry pie to surprise Chris, because it is his favorite. I get everything, make the crust, am waiting for it to cool down so I can put the filling in, and Chris comes home early. I mean, I am excited that he is home, but disappointed because he discovered the pie. Nonetheless, the look of a 5 year old in a toy store that spread across his face as he discovered what was happening made it worth it anyway.

Also weird, I look outside and see that my dog has one half of a bunny hanging out of its mouth. Now, call me crazy, but I am pretty certain that this particular bunny once had a head and another half of its body. Sadly, none of these parts have been located. Gross, I know. And, even worse, this means that one of my three dogs, or kitty, have had a really disgusting dinner. Naturally, I cried. Because why wouldn't I be devestated that half a bunny is missing? And what happens once a pregnant woman starts crying? Oh that's right, she can't stop.

So, now I am off to take dinner out of the oven, wipe my tears, and numb my brain with some pointeless tv.