Friday, July 29, 2005
That's Hot
And by hot, I do mean "stolen". I stole this idea from Average Jane, because I am LAME. There. I said it.
And by hot, I do mean "stolen". I stole this idea from Average Jane, because I am LAME. There. I said it.
1. What time did you get up this morning? Which time? I can hear that baby thru the wall. I got up LAST at 7:40
2. What was the last movie you saw? Wedding Crashers. Almost wet my pants.
3. What is your favorite TV show? Guilty Pleasure: Kept on VH1. I also care for Best Week Ever a great deal.
4. What do you usually have for breakfast? Either a peanut butter South Beach bar or GoLean Crunch and a cup of coffee.
5. What is your middle name? Christie (and I swear to you...my husband does not know this!)
6. Favorite cuisine? Mexican! Mmmmm..fajitas!
8. What is your favorite chip flavor? I also like a plain, restaurant-style tortilla chip, or a plain Wow! Potato chip. And, no they do NOT give you the runs. Best thing since sliced bread, I tell you!
9. What is your favorite CD at the moment? OK...I'm going to expose another shocking dirty little secret. When I'm alone in my car I listen to CDs friends have burned..and it's usually ghetto rap! Wwwhhhhhat?! Yeaaaaaaah! (That's my Little John impression...sorry. Guess you had to be there.)
10. What kind of car do you drive? Ford Escape
11. Favorite sandwich? Asiago Roast Beef from Panera (do NOT ever look at the nutritional stats...I beg you!)
12. What characteristic do you despise? Flakiness!
13. Favorite item of clothes? Anything that tastefully covers my flab
14. If you could go anywhere in the world on vacation, where would you go? Either Italy or Australia.
15. What color is your bathroom? Mint green and blue. Hey...it actually works!
16. Favorite brand of clothing? When I'm not hog fat, Union Bay jeans fit me pretty well. I like NY&Co. stuff too. Cute and cheap. Right up my alley.
17. Where would you retire to? Anyplace warm!
19. Favorite sport to watch? Hahahahahahahahahahahha!
20. Goal you have for yourself? Don't get canned..and try to retire before 50!
21. When is your birthday? Sept. 18th
22. When is your anniversary? April 4th
23. Are you a morning person or a night person? What if I'm always tired...is that bad?
24. What is your shoe size? 9 1/2 (was 9 pre-prego)
25. Pets? Three dogs, one ancient cat
26. Any new and exciting news you would like to share? Not that I would like to share! (Do I have you wondering?)
27. What did you want to be when you were little? An archaeologist or an actress. Man is THAT dream around the corner or WHAT!?
28. What are you today? A sales rep...who likes to occasionally over-dramatize.
29. What is your favorite candy? Violet Crumble. Ever heard of it? It's Australian and they carry it at random specialty food shops. If you ever see it BUY ONE. You won't be sorry...and if you are, wrap up the remainder and send it to me.
30. What is your favorite flower? Gardenias. I just want to tie one under my nose and breathe VERY DEEPLY for hours.
Don't say I never gave ya nuthin'!
Saturday, July 23, 2005
Thank You, Strange Lady!
My husband took the baby to Oklahoma to see his parents for the weekend. My daughter (after a bit of bribing) decided to stay with me. We're having a girls weekend! I'm trying to squeeze in all the stuff you can't do with a baby in tow and it turns out...there's alot!
But before I forget, I have to send a shout-out to the lady-I-never-saw in the bathroom at a shopping center. While my daughter was playing I got "that feeling". You know what I mean. "Hey honey...I need to go to the bathroom RIGHT NOW and then you can keep playing when we're done". So into the bathroom we go. Damn. Hadn't planned on that one. So having no other viable option I say loudly "Would anyone by chance have any feminine products they wouldn't mind parting with?" I got a couple of "No, sorry"s and then someone said "If you have change there's a machine in here!" "Oh...I didn't know. Thank you!" So while I'm still in the stall (with my daughter who has no idea what in the hell I'm blathering about) I'm digging in my purse and, of course...no change. Before I had time to consider my next move someone said "Which stall?" So I waved and a strange hand handed me a Kotex, which had obviously just been purchased. Does that restore your faith in womankind or what? I must remember to pay that forward. How nice was that? By the time I managed to distract my daughter (what's THAT over THERE?!?) and utilize said product (sorry...I'm really working hard to avoid TMI, but I know I'm WAY past that!) the bathroom was empty when I emerged. So I never saw who came to my rescue. But I really appreciated it. Alot. The next time you get annoyed at the long lines at the women's room, just remember: there may be a face in that crowd that will save your day...AND your capris!
My husband took the baby to Oklahoma to see his parents for the weekend. My daughter (after a bit of bribing) decided to stay with me. We're having a girls weekend! I'm trying to squeeze in all the stuff you can't do with a baby in tow and it turns out...there's alot!
But before I forget, I have to send a shout-out to the lady-I-never-saw in the bathroom at a shopping center. While my daughter was playing I got "that feeling". You know what I mean. "Hey honey...I need to go to the bathroom RIGHT NOW and then you can keep playing when we're done". So into the bathroom we go. Damn. Hadn't planned on that one. So having no other viable option I say loudly "Would anyone by chance have any feminine products they wouldn't mind parting with?" I got a couple of "No, sorry"s and then someone said "If you have change there's a machine in here!" "Oh...I didn't know. Thank you!" So while I'm still in the stall (with my daughter who has no idea what in the hell I'm blathering about) I'm digging in my purse and, of course...no change. Before I had time to consider my next move someone said "Which stall?" So I waved and a strange hand handed me a Kotex, which had obviously just been purchased. Does that restore your faith in womankind or what? I must remember to pay that forward. How nice was that? By the time I managed to distract my daughter (what's THAT over THERE?!?) and utilize said product (sorry...I'm really working hard to avoid TMI, but I know I'm WAY past that!) the bathroom was empty when I emerged. So I never saw who came to my rescue. But I really appreciated it. Alot. The next time you get annoyed at the long lines at the women's room, just remember: there may be a face in that crowd that will save your day...AND your capris!
Wednesday, July 20, 2005
It's all fun and games until someone loses an eye...
And hopefully, that someone won't be me. Please bear with my during my tale of woe. Monday at the gym I noticed that my left eye socket hurt in the outside corner. Hmmm. That's weird. It hurt all day (to the touch and if I closed my eye with more than a blink). So yesterday I wake up and not only does it hurt MORE, but now it's all swollen up, too. I've thankfully never been punched in the eye, but I imagine this is very much what it would feel like. So I call the eye doctor and they squeeze me in. As I feared, he really didn't know what it was since my actual eyeball did not seem to be affected. He thought it could be cellulitis (a skin infection which my daughter has been getting ALOT lately) so he prescribed me a Z-pak.
I popped the first two antibiotics and then went to lunch. After lunch I felt really bloated and uncomfortable. By the time I got home I could almost not stay awake. It is very rare for me to be able to nap during the day, but I PASSED OUT for about an hour. When I woke up I still felt crappy. I skipped dinner altogether (no appetite) and got the kids to bed as early as possible since I was starting to feel DIZZY too! After icing my eye for an hour and popping a Tylenol 3 (neither of which worked) I managed to sleep fitfully all night.
Well THIS morning, my eyeball decided to get involved in the fun! It looks all red on one side and kind of yellow and bulgy by the iris. Sigh. After another $20 co-pay, a different eye doctor at the office confirmed the original diagnosis and threw some eye drops at me to shut me up. Gee...at this point I sure am HOPING this is cellulitis! (although according to the all-knowing internet, periorbital cellulitis doesn't involve your actual eye, Mkay?)
So if the poison..I mean MEDICINE they gave me doesn't start making some drastic improvements in the next day, I guess I'll have to suck it up and go to a regular doctor and see if THEY have a clue! If only I HAD a regular doctor! Nothing like throwing yourself on the mercy of the front desk staff as a new patient. I bet they love that.
Well, I think I feel that zithromax kicking in so it's almost nappy time for me! Wish me (and my eyeball) luck!
And hopefully, that someone won't be me. Please bear with my during my tale of woe. Monday at the gym I noticed that my left eye socket hurt in the outside corner. Hmmm. That's weird. It hurt all day (to the touch and if I closed my eye with more than a blink). So yesterday I wake up and not only does it hurt MORE, but now it's all swollen up, too. I've thankfully never been punched in the eye, but I imagine this is very much what it would feel like. So I call the eye doctor and they squeeze me in. As I feared, he really didn't know what it was since my actual eyeball did not seem to be affected. He thought it could be cellulitis (a skin infection which my daughter has been getting ALOT lately) so he prescribed me a Z-pak.
I popped the first two antibiotics and then went to lunch. After lunch I felt really bloated and uncomfortable. By the time I got home I could almost not stay awake. It is very rare for me to be able to nap during the day, but I PASSED OUT for about an hour. When I woke up I still felt crappy. I skipped dinner altogether (no appetite) and got the kids to bed as early as possible since I was starting to feel DIZZY too! After icing my eye for an hour and popping a Tylenol 3 (neither of which worked) I managed to sleep fitfully all night.
Well THIS morning, my eyeball decided to get involved in the fun! It looks all red on one side and kind of yellow and bulgy by the iris. Sigh. After another $20 co-pay, a different eye doctor at the office confirmed the original diagnosis and threw some eye drops at me to shut me up. Gee...at this point I sure am HOPING this is cellulitis! (although according to the all-knowing internet, periorbital cellulitis doesn't involve your actual eye, Mkay?)
So if the poison..I mean MEDICINE they gave me doesn't start making some drastic improvements in the next day, I guess I'll have to suck it up and go to a regular doctor and see if THEY have a clue! If only I HAD a regular doctor! Nothing like throwing yourself on the mercy of the front desk staff as a new patient. I bet they love that.
Well, I think I feel that zithromax kicking in so it's almost nappy time for me! Wish me (and my eyeball) luck!
Monday, July 18, 2005
Guilty Pleasures with an Extra Side of Guilt!
I woke up this morning...and ONLY this morning. Not at 5 a.m., 5:30 a.m., 6:30 a.m., 7 a.m., etc. as usual. It occurred to me when I woke up today that the baby didn't wake me up once last night...because OPPS! I didn't have the monitor turned up loudly enough. I'm sure he cried himself to sleep at least 2 or 3 times. Heh heh. I DID feel amazing after sleeping a full night, though. You either have to be an insomniac or a parent to refer to a full night of sleep as a "guilty pleasure"!
So while we were having routine shots and check up at the pediatrician this morning, she inquired about his sleeping habits. We gave her the rundown and then told her about last night. She looked at me and said "How do you feel about that? Does it matter if he wakes up and cries if you don't know about it?" Intriguing. Then she asked my husband. So after we hemmed and hawed with our answers I said "How do YOU feel about that?" This is why I love this doctor. She says "When he wakes up like that, he's not fully awake. He's going through a light sleep period and if you go in to 'comfort' him, you run the risk of actually waking him up. And then he'll come to expect nighttime visits. Turn the monitor off." WAAAHHHOOOOOOOOOOOO! Sleep, sleep, sleep... I love sleep! If he REALLY freaks out, we should be able to hear him anyway, so I can keep telling myself that.
Ahhhhhhhhh. See you on cloud nine, counting sheep!
I woke up this morning...and ONLY this morning. Not at 5 a.m., 5:30 a.m., 6:30 a.m., 7 a.m., etc. as usual. It occurred to me when I woke up today that the baby didn't wake me up once last night...because OPPS! I didn't have the monitor turned up loudly enough. I'm sure he cried himself to sleep at least 2 or 3 times. Heh heh. I DID feel amazing after sleeping a full night, though. You either have to be an insomniac or a parent to refer to a full night of sleep as a "guilty pleasure"!
So while we were having routine shots and check up at the pediatrician this morning, she inquired about his sleeping habits. We gave her the rundown and then told her about last night. She looked at me and said "How do you feel about that? Does it matter if he wakes up and cries if you don't know about it?" Intriguing. Then she asked my husband. So after we hemmed and hawed with our answers I said "How do YOU feel about that?" This is why I love this doctor. She says "When he wakes up like that, he's not fully awake. He's going through a light sleep period and if you go in to 'comfort' him, you run the risk of actually waking him up. And then he'll come to expect nighttime visits. Turn the monitor off." WAAAHHHOOOOOOOOOOOO! Sleep, sleep, sleep... I love sleep! If he REALLY freaks out, we should be able to hear him anyway, so I can keep telling myself that.
Ahhhhhhhhh. See you on cloud nine, counting sheep!
Sunday, July 17, 2005
Birthday Madness
TWO little girl birthday parties this weekend. That makes three in the past 2 weeks. I'm OVER it! If I hear one more little girl screaming (including my own) my brain may melt completely. Or has it already? I show up at my friend's house this afternoon with foofy, girly gift in tow. I ring the doorbell and...nothing. No answer. OH MAN! I bet the party was YESTERDAY! I had only received a verbal invite. All I could think about was the whining I was gonna hear on the way home. So I call her cell phone and her husband answered. "OK...am I a tard? Was the party yesterday?". No, he tells me. They were having it right then. Someplace else. AHHHH! The minute he said it, I knew I had already been told. The information was simply NOT in my head. So we raced over the gymnastics place where the party was being held. I slowed down so my daughter could get out, then I raced to Target to grab her some shorts and a t-shirt. She'd chosen a dress to wear to the party. Of course.
I really, truly feel retarded right now. My brain thinks it's on drugs. Mushy oatmeal. I have been catching myself asking really dumb questions lately. Forgetting things. Ignoring things. SPACEY! I guess I can chalk it up to new baby/hormone stuff but JEEZ!
So if I trail off, ask a stupid questions or say something inappropriate, just ignore me...it may or may not get better any day now!
TWO little girl birthday parties this weekend. That makes three in the past 2 weeks. I'm OVER it! If I hear one more little girl screaming (including my own) my brain may melt completely. Or has it already? I show up at my friend's house this afternoon with foofy, girly gift in tow. I ring the doorbell and...nothing. No answer. OH MAN! I bet the party was YESTERDAY! I had only received a verbal invite. All I could think about was the whining I was gonna hear on the way home. So I call her cell phone and her husband answered. "OK...am I a tard? Was the party yesterday?". No, he tells me. They were having it right then. Someplace else. AHHHH! The minute he said it, I knew I had already been told. The information was simply NOT in my head. So we raced over the gymnastics place where the party was being held. I slowed down so my daughter could get out, then I raced to Target to grab her some shorts and a t-shirt. She'd chosen a dress to wear to the party. Of course.
I really, truly feel retarded right now. My brain thinks it's on drugs. Mushy oatmeal. I have been catching myself asking really dumb questions lately. Forgetting things. Ignoring things. SPACEY! I guess I can chalk it up to new baby/hormone stuff but JEEZ!
So if I trail off, ask a stupid questions or say something inappropriate, just ignore me...it may or may not get better any day now!
Monday, July 11, 2005
Gotta Love "Me Day"!
Ah....I had one on Friday. It's bliss. I know that not many people get these so I know I'm lucky. After a nice A.M. workout, I showered, shaved my legs and headed over to my massage therapist. After that appointment was over, I then went to my hairdresser for a trim and color. After heading home and getting spruced up, a sitter came over and my husband & I went out for drinks and a movie (War of the Worlds in case you were wondering...it was good...I think).
The only downside to the evening was that our teenaged baby sitter called about 30 minutes into the movie to say the baby was crying hysterically and she wasn't sure what to do. Great. We gave her some tips and told her to call back if he didn't calm down. I called her about 20 minutes after that and she said he was dozing peacefully. The REAL story is that she put him in the stroller to take he & my daughter for a walk, but didn't buckle him in. He slid out of the front of the stroller and naturally got quite a scare. When he gets frightened, it's pretty hard to calm him down. Let's just suffice it to say she will now be on the bottom of the "OMG We're Desperate" babysitting list. So my point is that I had a hard time concentrating on the movie after that. I think I liked it OK.
Speaking of the baby, did I mention that he just skipped right over wearing 3-6 mo. sizes? Yup. Right over it. That growth spurt prompted a Wal-Mart run for some creepers and PJ's in 6-9 mo. size. Did I mention he's only 4 1/2 mo. old?
Little Porker.
Ah....I had one on Friday. It's bliss. I know that not many people get these so I know I'm lucky. After a nice A.M. workout, I showered, shaved my legs and headed over to my massage therapist. After that appointment was over, I then went to my hairdresser for a trim and color. After heading home and getting spruced up, a sitter came over and my husband & I went out for drinks and a movie (War of the Worlds in case you were wondering...it was good...I think).
The only downside to the evening was that our teenaged baby sitter called about 30 minutes into the movie to say the baby was crying hysterically and she wasn't sure what to do. Great. We gave her some tips and told her to call back if he didn't calm down. I called her about 20 minutes after that and she said he was dozing peacefully. The REAL story is that she put him in the stroller to take he & my daughter for a walk, but didn't buckle him in. He slid out of the front of the stroller and naturally got quite a scare. When he gets frightened, it's pretty hard to calm him down. Let's just suffice it to say she will now be on the bottom of the "OMG We're Desperate" babysitting list. So my point is that I had a hard time concentrating on the movie after that. I think I liked it OK.
Speaking of the baby, did I mention that he just skipped right over wearing 3-6 mo. sizes? Yup. Right over it. That growth spurt prompted a Wal-Mart run for some creepers and PJ's in 6-9 mo. size. Did I mention he's only 4 1/2 mo. old?
Little Porker.
Tuesday, July 05, 2005
Damn you, Oral Hygiene!
Ah....nothing like a little jaunt over to the dentist to make your day complete! And when I say little jaunt what I really mean is a two hour ordeal. JEEEEZ! At my last exam, a pesky cavity was discovered so I had to come in today for a filling. I know, I know...you wanna be me! I waited about 15 minutes in the waiting room (and got to read a very interesting National Geographic article on stem cell research!). Then into an exam room. Novicane, novicane, novicane...then....NOTHING! My "rock star" dentist was soooo behind that I got to drool all over myself for a good HOUR before he breezed in. And then....MORE novicane! How do you know you've been at the dentist too long? When they have to shoot you up TWICE! I got to watch all of Dr. Phil and part of Oprah, though. Wee. I'd rather take a kick to the slats than go the dentist ever, but I don't wanna be a toothless little old lady, either. So I faithfully drag myself in. And at the end, they say "That'll be $80". So much for dental insurance covering all of those necessities.
Here's a Benjamin! Kick me in the head! Not only do I SO not wanna be there in the first place, but then I have to wait my ass off, endure shots in the mouth and the pain of dental work and THEN I hafta fork over eighty bucks!
Because I'm a huge sucker for punishment, I've made a consultation appointment with another orthodontist, though. I want one more opinion on the Invisalign before I write the whole thing off. The more I think about it, the more appealing it sounds. You can take the damn things out, in a pinch (and I think to eat, drink and brush your teeth, too). We'll see...I'll let you know what I decide. But for now, it's off to pop another Aleve before my novicane completely wears off. It won't be pretty.
Ah....nothing like a little jaunt over to the dentist to make your day complete! And when I say little jaunt what I really mean is a two hour ordeal. JEEEEZ! At my last exam, a pesky cavity was discovered so I had to come in today for a filling. I know, I know...you wanna be me! I waited about 15 minutes in the waiting room (and got to read a very interesting National Geographic article on stem cell research!). Then into an exam room. Novicane, novicane, novicane...then....NOTHING! My "rock star" dentist was soooo behind that I got to drool all over myself for a good HOUR before he breezed in. And then....MORE novicane! How do you know you've been at the dentist too long? When they have to shoot you up TWICE! I got to watch all of Dr. Phil and part of Oprah, though. Wee. I'd rather take a kick to the slats than go the dentist ever, but I don't wanna be a toothless little old lady, either. So I faithfully drag myself in. And at the end, they say "That'll be $80". So much for dental insurance covering all of those necessities.
Here's a Benjamin! Kick me in the head! Not only do I SO not wanna be there in the first place, but then I have to wait my ass off, endure shots in the mouth and the pain of dental work and THEN I hafta fork over eighty bucks!
Because I'm a huge sucker for punishment, I've made a consultation appointment with another orthodontist, though. I want one more opinion on the Invisalign before I write the whole thing off. The more I think about it, the more appealing it sounds. You can take the damn things out, in a pinch (and I think to eat, drink and brush your teeth, too). We'll see...I'll let you know what I decide. But for now, it's off to pop another Aleve before my novicane completely wears off. It won't be pretty.
Friday, July 01, 2005
Random Updates
The Move: Not too bad. I did about 80% of it all by myself (my husband joined me for part of the unload after he got off of work). I pretty much felt like a stud. I rented the trailer, hauled the giant ramp in & out & lugged about 75 boxes in & out. Whew! Great workout & thankfully it rained for a big portion so it wasn't so hot.
The Comments: A friend asked me if my daughter understood the derogatory nature of her grandmother's comments. No, I don't think so, but the second it does hit home, imagine how bad she might feel. I LOVE being validated, though. I read an article in Redbook last night that addressed the topic of body image in young children. I may have to snip that one out, if ya know what I mean.
The Oink Factor: I got measured today. I have lost 4 inches in my waist and 1 in my hips...which...YEAH! BUT I've STILL only lost 5 pounds in the last 6-8 weeks! I gotta keep on keepin' on though. Maybe someday I'll even be able to put on a pair of shorts again! Is it crazy to dream?
Home Improvement: I have been on a crazy quest to find some outdoor furniture for my tiny front porch. I knew exactly what I wanted: Resin wicker, two chairs and a little table. Holy cow. Who do you have to kill to get that? The only stuff I was able to find was only available as giant sets, with a couch, coffee table, blah, blah, blah. I have looked EVERYWHERE. And then last night... JACKPOT! Kmart, of all places. AND it was on sale! Pinch me!
The Move: Not too bad. I did about 80% of it all by myself (my husband joined me for part of the unload after he got off of work). I pretty much felt like a stud. I rented the trailer, hauled the giant ramp in & out & lugged about 75 boxes in & out. Whew! Great workout & thankfully it rained for a big portion so it wasn't so hot.
The Comments: A friend asked me if my daughter understood the derogatory nature of her grandmother's comments. No, I don't think so, but the second it does hit home, imagine how bad she might feel. I LOVE being validated, though. I read an article in Redbook last night that addressed the topic of body image in young children. I may have to snip that one out, if ya know what I mean.
The Oink Factor: I got measured today. I have lost 4 inches in my waist and 1 in my hips...which...YEAH! BUT I've STILL only lost 5 pounds in the last 6-8 weeks! I gotta keep on keepin' on though. Maybe someday I'll even be able to put on a pair of shorts again! Is it crazy to dream?
Home Improvement: I have been on a crazy quest to find some outdoor furniture for my tiny front porch. I knew exactly what I wanted: Resin wicker, two chairs and a little table. Holy cow. Who do you have to kill to get that? The only stuff I was able to find was only available as giant sets, with a couch, coffee table, blah, blah, blah. I have looked EVERYWHERE. And then last night... JACKPOT! Kmart, of all places. AND it was on sale! Pinch me!
