Someday I Might Miss Commuting.... But Not Today

I would say that full-time bus riders are made up of four main categories*

55% Sleepers

30% Readers

10% Laptop People

5% People Who Talk Really Loudly On Their Cell Phones About Very Personal Business

*non scientific data

One of the games I play with myself while riding the stupid bus to work every day is trying to figure out what the 30% is reading.  The other game is trying to take pictures of people with my phone.

So far, these are the titles I have been able to discern:

Angel Time

1832

Everyone Worth Knowing

Pilcher

Looking for the King

Medieval Europe

Lost Light

Instant Relief

The Arctic Event
Inside of a Dog
Kardashian Konfidential

I had not previously heard of any of these books (except for Kardashian Konfidential... ironically).  Anyone know if there's one in here worth reading?  At a later date, I may further investigate these titles just to get a sense of who it is I am spending my commute with.

Here are a couple of random bus people pictures.  Just for fun.

At the bus stop.  This girl had cute shoes.

This guy is actually really nice.

I just think its funny/clever that he sleeps with an eye mask on the bus!

Love & Loathing

image from my brother's bar

I have to do that thing again. 

That thing that I loathe but I do a lot anyway. 

I'm getting on a plane.

I've been sweatin' about it for the last week or so.

To make it *that much* better, there is a storm coming this afternoon.

sigh.

To ease my unreasonable stress, I focus on what lies ahead: four days in Denver working the (wholesale) Denver Gift Show.  It is seriously so much fun.  I love our customers! I love the (wholesale) shopping!

And most of all, I look forward to My Brother's Bar.

Every time I hear someone is going to Denver, I tell them they must go to My Brother's Bar for a Ralphie JCB (translation: buffalo burger with jalapeno cream cheese).  Also, the onion rings.

It's not a fancy place and the only menus are printed on the walls.

It's dark and old-timey and from the exterior, you wouldn't even know what it is because there are no signs!  But that's part of the charm.  When you go to My Brother's Bar you feel like you're one of the cool insiders who knows what's up.  (Or maybe that is just me)

But more than anything, you go for the Ralphie JCB.  I'm drooling just thinking about it.

It's the thought of that deliciously packaged burger that will keep me sane during my 90 minute flight...

Gallery Stroll

I'm so in love with the etsy shop The Wheatfield. 

The colors are just the palette I'd been imagining for the nursery! 

And the prints are so whimsical and fun.

It's like springtime up in this blog!

Please enjoy the following eye candy, if you will.

I squealed a little inside when I saw this darling pig!

I think he is fantastic.

Love the colorful alphabet, and it's perfect for a nursery, no?

Both our parents live in Idaho, and with Kyle being a Boise-area native, he pretty much has a crush on the potato state.  Oops, I meant the gem state.  I think this would be a nice homage to our roots.

 Love love love this. 

Please can I have a girl so everything can be pinks and yellows?!

This was one of my great-grandmother's favorite songs.  

And it's so beautifully illustrated!

 I think I'm in love with yellow.

If I don't have a girl.... I wonder if Kyle would mind a pink and yellow nursery?

{he would}

 

Rest assured {Kyle, I'm talking to you}, if we are having a boy, I'll go easy on the pink.

A Guide

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On a rainy Saturday afternoon, we wandered the aisles of Barnes & Noble.  I had to elbow my way into the Pregnancy section (is everyone around here pregnant these days?!) and was subsequently overwhelmed by the masses of information presented before me. 

A book claiming to be a "simple guide to breastfeeding" was over 300 pages thick.  300 pages, to me, is not simple.  If you want to make it simple, put it in a handout.  Make it into a cartoon.  Turn it into a picture book.  But for heaven's sake, 300 pages on nursing a baby is mighty overwhelming.  Especially when it always seemed so self-explanatory to me....  not so any longer.  Kyle offered a helpful opinion: "But this is the kind of book people probably buy when they're having problems."  And to that, I hastily threw all the books back on the shelf and stormed off in a huff. 

I don't know. 

I don't even understand myself these days.

So we later discovered the baby doctor had given us a book on all things baby-related in a care package we got at our first visit that I never really bothered to look through. 

Until now.

And the more I read about babies, the more I realize I am actually becoming one. 

Therefore, I think this book may not only be a guide about babies, but also for husbands on how to deal with pregnant wives.  Behold the following truisms of both babies and pregnant wives
(or at least this pregnant wife):

"Most [pregnant wives]... need at least two naps a day, one at mid morning and the other midday.  Some [pregnant wives] may nap a third time later in the afternoon.  In general, it's best to let your [pregnant wife] sleep as long as she wants..."

"Your [pregnant wife] may undergo a dramatic change in personality"

"While she'll quickly get bored with even the most engaging toy, she'll never tire of your attention."

"You won't necessarily find all of her personal characteristics enjoyable all the time...but in the long run, adapting to her natural personality is best for both of you."

"It's important to understand her as completely as possible."

"...Cuddling sometimes will do wonders to calm the nerves of an irritable [pregnant wife]."

"[Your pregnant wife will] eat every three to four hours on average."

I think this book is turning out to be more helpful than I thought!

Paperclip Dreams

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I remember when I was very little I thought it would be so cool to be a waitress or a secretary.  Lucky for me, I have been both.  I don't know why I thought those jobs would be so fun, but after working as an executive secretary for 3 years now, I think I can see why I am a good fit as a secretary:

1. I love love love office supplies.  I have a weakness for office supply stores and may get a little too excited about a fresh pack of Post-it notes.
2. I love the smell of freshly copied paper.  I think it smells like cucumbers.  And I love that it's so warm right out of the copier.
3. I like to organize and color-code stuff.  Kyle teases me because I have a graph, spreadsheet, or color key for just about everything.
4. I love to type and I hope someday to exceed 120 wpm.  What an aspiration, I know.
5. I can figure out pretty much anything, thanks to my friend Google.  (My coworker once asked me how to Google and was very excited to learn that he could Google his own name.)
6. I never have to work on weekends.

So what if being a secretary isn't so glamorous?  There is a family legend that my sister (when very young) once mentioned she wanted to be a whale when she grew up.  So... I guess it could be worse.

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Thanks to Devin & Ashley, we are totally hooked on Prison Break. 

Thanks to Netflix, we can watch all we want without commercials! 

Thanks to Prison Break, I have nightly dreams that I'm being chased and/or hiding out from the mafia.

Thanks to my nightly scary dreams, I wake Kyle up at 3am to remind me that I'm dreaming.

Thanks to waking up at 3am every night, I am very tired.

Thanks to being very tired, I am lacking in creativity.

Thanks to lacking in creativity, I am writing this stupid post today.

Nursery Prep: Part I

I never expected to marry a man who had opinions about how I decorate.  The good thing is, Kyle has good taste and we generally agree on what we like (and if we don't, I do what I like and Kyle usually comes on board later) :)  So I was especially excited that we both loved the look of an all-white nursery. 

 These nurseries were our inspiration for re-doing our nursery.  We are going for a mostly all white look, but with some color here and there.  I just love how clean and peaceful they look.

We ordered this crib way back in December and it finally came!  We both loved the Jenny Lind style and it proved harder to find than we thought.  Everywhere we went it was sold out or had been discontinued.  We finally snagged it on JCPenny.com, although now I can't even find it there.  Kyle painted the once bright pink/purple nursery a white-gray and added some Boise State baby clothes to the crib so they could get acclimated.



And then one day I finally got ambitious and attacked this $10 chandelier I found at a garage sale last year.  Kyle was hesitant to remove the existing ceiling fan in the nursery, so I took it down by myself one day while he was gone :)  This is the chandelier before I painted it white, but after I had removed all of the beading.  And believe me, there was A LOT of beading....

Here she is in a new coat of white!  I re-strung all the beads and while it was painstakingly ridiculous, I think it was worth it.  But believe me, I had many thoughts of just leaving the beads on there and painting it all white.  I'm so glad I didn't though, I love that they are still clear.

I'm getting really pretty handy with electrical wiring these days, if I do say so myself.  The hardest part was getting the ceiling fan down.  Alone.  Without a ladder.  When the chandelier was all finished, we hung it up (in the dark. with a flashlight) and ta-da! It didn't work.  I was so deflated, it took a few days before I was ready to try again.  It turned out that the wire nuts had come off while we were shoving the wiring back in the ceiling.  The second time around however, she worked like a charm.

And I have to say, as disappointed as Kyle was that I took down the ceiling fan, he really, really loves the chandelier now.  It's so nice to agree on things :)

A How-To

How to do V-Day Like the Posts

1.  Use everything red in your kitchen and enjoy a delicious candelit dinner for two.

2.  Watch your husband build a fort.

3.  Eat delicious chocolate/caramel fondue.

4.  Spend the rest of the night watching Prison Break in the coolest fort ever.  (It was going to be a romantic movie but we are addicted now and have to know what happens next!)

A List

baby shoes I made for my GREAT nephew, Crew.  (yes, I am a 26 year old great aunt. remind me how strange this is)

After this post from yesterday, I've been doin' a lot of thinkin'.  And you know, there really are a lot of things I'd love to do at home when I have all day to be at home.  So because I love lists and because I've yet to upload our Valentine's Day pictures to blog about, I give you:

A List of Things I'm Going to Do Instead of Just Eating Eggs & Toast and Full-Time Baby Staring 
(You know, once the baby comes)
(Is it ever really going to come?)

1. Paint kitchen cabinets white
2. Make throw pillows
3. Sew fabulous baby clothes & more baby shoes!
4. Perfect the art of baking with yeast
5. Grow veggies in a garden
6. Refinish bedroom furniture
7. Frame pages from my vintage fashion magazines
8. Paint the corner shelf that was a pain in the ace to get home
9. Go on long walks
10. Repaint kitchen
11. Get reacquainted with the library
12. Re-string my guitar
13. Refinish kitchen table (sorry, Mom!)
14. Update bathrooms
15. Organize my spaces
16. Paint banisters/railings
17. Paint sewing room
18. Recover our wing-back chairs and loveseat
19. Refinish ceiling fans
20. Spend more time at my favorite thrift stores & lots and lots of yard sales

You better believe this is going to make for some better blogging.  Imagine: fewer posts about stupid bus rides into the city and more about me me me!! 

Okay just kidding. 

More about the projects that really get me going and less about people-stalking.  Maybe still some people-stalking... but with more projects and a heckuva lot of painting
(Because I'm a project-y girl and I love me some paint) 

Also, I promise to provide real pictures of stuff instead of just hacking Google images and whatever happens to be on my cell phone.

You guys, I cannot wait.

Can this baby come any sooner?!?

Daydreams & Baby Staring

art from Tamara Garvey Illustration

I often daydream of what it will be like to be a stay-at-home mom.  I imagine actually doing all those things I wish I had time to do now: sewing, baking, gardening, decorating, sending handwritten letters to friends and family, catching up on all the episodes of The Bachelor I miss because my husband hates that show...

And then I remember that I'll be working from home.  With a baby.  ?

And then I also remember that when I am home all day on a weekend or something, I don't do any of those things I wish I had time to do even though for a full 24 hours I might have all the time in the world.

And then I imagine that instead of sewing, baking, and decorating, my more realistic stay-at-home mom life will probably involve eating a lot of eggs and toast and staring at the baby.  Because babies are the best for staring at.

The funny thing about all this is that maybe 7 years ago I had such a totally different idea of what I wanted out of life.  Sure I wanted to someday get married and have babies, but my goals were more career-centered and focused on propelling myself through the fashion industry.  (Side note: 7 years seems like a terribly long time, but doesn't it?)  I most definitely did not see myself: 1. living in Utah and 2. daydreaming of being a stay-at-home mom.  Also if you had told me I was going to be a full-time secretary for 3 years I would have been terribly disappointed. 

But, surprisingly enough, my life has turned out to be anything but disappointing (even the secretarial work).  My priorities have changed and so have my daydreams.  Now I'm just a silly mom-to-be longing for the day when I can be home eating eggs and toast, staring at my baby full-time.

love LOVE love

I was *this close* to making Pioneer Woman's Pasta ai Quattro Formaggi for our special Valentine's dinner tonight.  And then I discovered that the quattro formaggis alone would cost me $28.  Lucky for me, the Whole Foods cheese expert introduced me to a "really pretty fantastic alfredo sauce" that ended up having a sell-by date of today.  Translate: free sauce for me!  She gave it to me at no charge and I saved $28 on cheeses.  Which was great because since I couldn't decide between the spinach artichoke stuffed salmon pinwheels or the teriyaki beef tenderloin skewers, I got both!  Bam! 

There was a day when I was only dating one Kyle Post and he loved me dearly and had not yet told me so but as such we were celebrating Valentine's Day as boyfriend and girlfriend.  That particular Valentine's Day, 2009 began with Kyle surprising me at my apartment early in the morning to make me breakfast, followed by a scavenger hunt around the city to some of our favorite places, red roses, a pirate puzzle, a romantic movie of my choice (How to Lose a Guy in Ten Days), cuddling, Olive Garden, a quiz with prizes, dressing up like white trash, (see: fake tattoos, mullet wig, nasty t-shirts and ripped jeans), and then a surprise visit to the monster truck show! (I had ALWAYS wanted to go to a monster truck show.  It was a dream come true)  All of which was topped off by gas station hot dogs eaten in the parking lot of Hooters. 

It was pretty much the best Valentine's Day ever and faaaaarr exceeds the one where Loserheadnonboyfriend took me to a movie where I paid for myself and he managed to poke me in the eye with spoon.  I much prefer the Valentine's Day: Version 2.0 with Kyle Post, thank you very much.

At any rate, it's 2011 and while we'll not be dressing up like white trash and going to a monster truck show, I think this one will be even better than them all.  And not just because of my free alfredo.

Happy Lover's Day!

Torture

Once upon a time we went to Texas to see my Sister and my niece.  My niece has a boyfriend, which is so very weird unto me, but this boyfriend worked at a place called Rita's.  So one day we all went to visit the boyfriend at the Rita's. 

Enter: heaven.

This my friends, is the Gelati.  Italian ice topped with custard.  I recently remembered how much I loved this and now I can't get it off my mind.  It is haunting me day in and day out.  Infiltrating my mind like a delicious parasitic treat.  It's pure torture to be hundreds of miles away from the nearest Rita's (Arizona) and I can do nothing about it.

Have you ever been to a Rita's?

Gender Prediction and Something About Draino

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I was a little disappointed when, at my last doctor's appointment, my due date was changed from July 19th to July 31st.  The disappointment stems from the fact that had it not changed, I would be finding out the gender of our baby next week.  Now I have to wait a little longer.  Let me just tell you this: a week to a pregnant woman can be a very, very long seven days.  Especially for a particularly impatient pregnant woman like myself.

Truth be told, I really don't care what the gender is, and I mean that.  I know Kyle is anxious to someday have a boy and so I would be very happy to have a boy first because I know how happy he would be.  And really, this poor man of mine needs a son to play catch with him.  I'm not a very good substitute. 

On the other hand, I have no brothers and all my sisters had a girl first and I feel it somewhat of a tradition in my family for the eldest child to be a girl.  And who am I to break tradition??  Also, baby girl clothes are just so, so very cute.

Either way, we are both going to be so thrilled and I can hardly wait for March 2nd to finally get here.  In the meantime, I've been entertaining myself with a series of gender prediction tests, most of which are based on old wives' tales. (But who were these old wives anyway?) 

Heart Rate

So it goes that if the baby's heart rate is 140 bpm or more, it is a girl.  If it is under 140 bpm, it is a boy.

At the last doctor visit, the heart rate was 160 bpm. 

Result: Girl

Wedding Ring

You put your wedding ring on a string and hang it in front of your belly.  If it swings side to side, it's a boy.  If it swings in circles, it's a girl.  I've done this test probably 7 times and it almost always sings side to side.  However, it might have worked better had I actually put my ring on a string instead of a rubber band...

Result: Boy

Gender Quiz

Then I found this quiz.  After the first 5 questions, the result was 60% chance it's a boy.  After the next 5 questions, the result was 50/50. 
In the end it came up with 67% it's a girl.

Result: Girl

Carrying High, Carrying Low

I'm not terribly far along, but so far, everything seems to be low. 
This wives' tale indicates we are having a boy.

Result: Boy

Cravings

They say if you are craving sweet things, it's a girl and if you're craving sour it's a boy.  This has no mention of the hot sauce, eggs and cheese I can't get enough of, but given the fact that I've lately been eating a lot of vinegary pickles, mustard, and olives, I will say I'm leaning more towards the sour.

Result: Boy

The Face

Another wives' tale is if your face is getting rounder, it's a girl.  While I may have a self-conscious and biased opinion, I think I've already gained weight in my face.  I say it's getting rounder.

Result: Girl

Boobs

If your left boob is larger than the right, it's a boy.  If the right is larger than the left, it's a girl. 
(This one makes me laugh)

Result: Girl

Chinese Gender Prediction Chart

This chart was apparently found in a royal tomb in Beijing and is said to be over 90% accurate. There are a lot of charts you can find online, but I'm sticking with this one because the graphics are really cute. I mean, that has to count for something, right?

Result: Boy

The Totals:

Girl: 4

Boy: 4

This is getting me nowhere. 

There's one test I've yet to do and it involves peeing in a cup of Draino.  But... I'm not sure I'm curious enough to even go there.  You already have to pee in a lot of cups when you're pregnant.  The good news is we'll find out the gender in a few weeks and then I can stop dangling rings in front of my belly.  Until then, I have absolutely no clue what we are having and I am still window shopping for lots of yellow and green baby clothes. 

{did you make your guess on our side bar poll?}

Mental Playlist

I pretty much always have a song stuck in my head.  Sometimes one morphs into another and other times the same old standbys keep comin' back for more.  Lately I've had some constant variation of the following mental playlist:

1. Like a Virgin

2. I Saw Mommy Kissing Santa Claus

3. Daydream Believer

4. The Spinning Song

5. Any Way You Want It

6. When Doves Cry

I don't even want to know how this could be psycho-analyzed. 

It probably wouldn't look very good for me.

Thirty-Seven Percent

For those of you who have asked, this is the current state of my middle section + fetus.

Approximately 15 weeks. 

Post lunch.

And the shirt and cardigan are both thrifted.

The end.

And on this day I tried to be positive

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I recognize that I am equal parts female, emotional, and pregnant and that this can create quite an unpleasant combination.  I imagine it to be something like the vinegar and baking soda volcanoes you might have made for science class: a slow eruption that smells kind of funny.

As a result, I might have been a little cranky the last few days.  Perhaps a little irritable.  Maybe with some excessive sarcasm for good measure.  I mean, it's all well-intentioned, of course, but probably doesn't make for fine companionship. (Sorry, Kyle)

So today I'm dedicating this post to things that are cool.  Things that I love.  Things that rock my world.  You know, the simple pleasure in life.

1.  First and foremost: Marshmallow Mateys.  I think Kyle bought these for himself, but after the ice cream debacle, I don't think there is any food off limits anymore.  What's yours is mine, baby!  At any rate, Marshmallow Mateys totally rocked my morning.

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2.  Maternity skirts.  After recently ripping a non-maternity skirt, I am ever more grateful for the fact that I have three well-fitting knit maternity skirts to rotate through on a weekly basis.  You see, I work in a place where I have to wear a skirt (or dress) and nylons (or tights) every single day.  I pretty much enjoy a bifurcated garment one day a week: Saturday.  Which is good because I only have one pair of pants that even fit me now.  (hello, I need a shopping spree)

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3.  Maternity leggings.  Now that I've put holes in every pair of nylons I own, I pretty much wear maternity leggings and boots every day.  They're basically tights anyway.

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4.  Eggs.  The news just had a special about how eggs are even healthier than they were 10 years ago: less cholesterol and more vitamin D!  This is especially good for a girl like me who eats 1-4 eggs on a daily basis.

5.  Teenagers.  I know, weird right?  I get to hang out with the young women at church a couple of times a week and they always prove to be a bright place in my dimly lit world of sarcastic gloom.  It doesn't matter how cranky I may be or how gross I might look, they always shower me with compliments and giddy wonderfulness!  Ah, to be 13 again...

6.  This guy.  (You know I couldn't make a list like this without putting him on here!)  Kyle never ceases to make me laugh, even when I'd rather be cranky.  He is the coolest, I sure love him, he definitely rocks my world, and while he may not be simple, he is always a pleasure to be around.

I could go on, but everything else I can think of is food related and I already write so much about food it is becoming an embarrassment.  Just think: pickles, mustard, olives, and frozen yogurt.  You get the idea. 

So what makes you happy?

I'm not convinced it's worth it

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Standing outside in frigid temperatures and violent wind at six-something-in-the-freaking-morning breeds some type of camaraderie among bus-goers.  Everyone huddles together behind the covered bench area to shield themselves from the wind.  Common complaints are passed around about how the bus is always 10-15 minutes late on the worst days and some even venture to get-to-know-you small talk: "Which side of the railroad tracks are you from?"  (I'm from the west side, yo).

And then the bus finally comes and it's every man for himself and I get stuck sitting next to Mr. Boogers who literally has snot dripping from his nose.  I wanted to puke just looking at him. I mean, it's like having plumber's crack: how could you NOT know?!

Behind me?  Well, behind me is Mr. Zzzz's who not only snores the whole 90 minute commute (which normally is 40 minutes, thank you very much crappy weather), but periodically kicks the back of my seat.

So excuse me if I show up to work 45 minutes late sans mascara and sporting a terrible wind-blown 'do.  Next time I might just throw caution to the violent wind and drive myself.  I may not get my nap, but it seems far better than the alternative some days.

A Rant

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So Christina butchered a line in the National Anthem.  And maybe the Black Eyed Peas vocals were a little off (although I beg to differ).  But is anyone else tired of the incessant criticism that's taking place not 24 hours after the confetti settled in Dallas?  Even the commercials are being picked apart and analyzed to no end!  It seems to me that the Super Bowl hype has little to do with football anymore.

Is it, perhaps, fair to say that we expect perfection from our entertainers?  Our models?  Our professional athletes?  I get that "we" pay them millions upon millions of dollars to perform to our heart's content, but seriously, they are only people.  We shouldn't expect them to be perfect and we probably shouldn't give them millions upon millions... but that's a rant for another day.

All this criticism makes me wonder if, in this generation of American Idols and X Factors, we've all turned into our own kind of Simon Cowell. As if we even have the right to judge.

But what then, of ourselves?  I mean, if Fergie can't get a "good job" from a Super Bowl performance, what chance do I have to succeed?  I can't help but feel that the constant comparisons and criticisms aren't reserved for the rich and famous.  I've seen it when I was in school and I see it now even among my friends, coworkers, family and myself.  It's just so easy to be negative.  (And I may be the guiltiest of all)

My point of all this is to say let's give these guys a break.  (Heck, let's give us all a break!)  If I were placed in front of millions of people to sing Twinkle Twinkle Little Star, I would probably panic and screw up a line or two.  I don't think Christina's less-than-perfect rendition of the National Anthem means she is unpatriotic or an America-hater.  Dude, I am sure even Christina gets nervous, not to mention the Black Eyed Peas.

Why not focus on some positives instead of tearing apart professionals for doing a decent job?  And then let's apply that to our own lives. (Myself included)

Prenatal Prophesies.... or not.

Just before leaving my very first baby-related doctor's appointment, my favorite nurse ever prophesied: "Your hair will get thick and shiny and your boobs will get huge!!"

I mean, is this not the token of good fortune every fine-haired-flat-chested woman wishes to hear?

It's the stuff that makes morning sickness and daily prenatal vitamins and 4 glasses of milk a day worthwhile.  Sure pregnancy already presented some new challenges, but just think, my hair will get thick and shiny and my boobs will get huge!!!

......

Uh, no. I'm not seein' it.

For starters, huge boobs for a flat-chested woman is all relative.  Huge for me... but huge?  Not so huge.  And that's about all I've got to say about that.

Furthermore, instead of turning thick and shiny, I think my hair may actually be falling out.  I should have known this was going to happen as for the last few months I've been having a recurring nightmare of my hair falling out in clumps (Which, in fact, happened one time when I let Rachael bleach my hair just after high school graduation.  Fell out in clumps. Seriously.  A living nightmare) 

Over the last year and a half or so, I've grown used to Kyle's regular noting of my baby-fine hair pieces being found in his clothes, on his pillow, and stuck to his face.  Until now, I've just laughed my that's-what-you-get-for-being-married laugh and ignored his complaining.  But now... now I think he has a point.  My hair is driving even me crazy.

Here and there throughout my life I've heard of women who have shaved their heads for whatever reason, only to have it grow back completely different.  A formerly straight-haired woman suddenly grows curly locks!  A natural brunette turns natural redhead!  Baby fine hair grows in thick and luscious!  The possibilities are endless!

But, you see, I can't shave my head because my husband already does.  And, well, someone around here needs to have some hair.

As for the boobs....   well, we will just have to wait and see.

Like a Freakin' Queen

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I don't know, I guess maybe it was kind of dumb to eat three bowls of cereal at work.  Especially because I spilled half the milk on my skirt in the process.  Note to self: do not transport milk in a container who's lid does not fit.  I actually got milk everywhere.  I'm sure that's going to smell awesome later.

In other food news...

Yesterday I had the great fortune of eating like a freakin' queen.  For lunch I had sushi (sushi!!!!!) and for dinner I had the tastiest filet mignon ever!  (Thanks again, Elissa!!)  I mean, what does a girl like me gotta do to eat like this all the time?  Food makes my heart sing.  It is one of my great loves. 

Happy Valentine's Day to food.  I love you, baby.

More About Dogs and Such

The irony of my life is sometimes baffling unto me.  Last week I wrote this post about how I'm not a pet person and not two days later this happened:

This is Maggie and no, she is not ours.  She is my sister's dog and I often refer to her as "the only dog I've ever loved."  She's a Yorkie-something and even though Kyle claims she is spoiled and pampered, he loves her too.  (But what dog doesn't love to be carried around like a baby?!?) 

Maggie spent all weekend with us and now that she's gone, our house seems kind of sad....  I even miss her strange little snorting when she's asleep and the way she's kind of scared of going down two little stairs.

Kyle and I have talked before about getting a dog and if you will see here you can find out more about how he really wants a Schnauzer but how I think Westies are just far too cute to pass up.  And while I would enjoy (if at least most of the time) a canine addition to our family, my biggest hangup is that I'm one of "those people" who are allergic to dogs.  And cats.  And probably anything with fur.  It's not always a serious case, but enough to where I get the itchy, watery eyes and eventually it is difficult for me to breathe like a normal human being.  So you can't blame me for being not so much into pets, right?  Especially given my not so successful pet history.

So after Maggie returned to be with "her real family" (as my nephew called them), I asked Kyle if it were between getting a Yorkie or not having a dog at all, would he get a Yorkie?  (He thinks they are too small to be a manly dog.  Whatever).  And then he made some comment like "Well, duh, having any dog is better than no dog at all!  It's like saying would you rather have cancer or not have cancer?"  I personally don't get the analogy, but I suppose his point was made.