Last winter my mom gave me a beautiful set of golf clubs for Christmas. They are a gorgeous bright pink and the nice part- some of the proceeds goes to breast cancer research. (They are the Wilson Hope Set. Ignore the price, we paid a lot less. AND the darker pink that's not so pretty in the picture? It's kind of purple-ish and so much prettier in person).
Anywho, I'm not exactly a golfer. I played my first round last fall using a combination of my brother's clubs and a friend's clubs. I loved it, but I wasn't that great. Who is, though? At least when they start. Seriously, this game is hard!
So to fix the problem at hand, I got clubs for Christmas and then took a beginner class this summer with my mom. OMG what fun!!!! I learned a TON! I can't wait to actually USE those skills, but... hey... on a driving range I look pretty good! (Who am I kidding? I probably still look like a beginner, but I can tell I've improved).
I'm so excited about how much I learned this summer, and it's nice to say that I actually accomplished something. I spent my whole life loving summers (summer vacations, time off from school, even my summer job) and now it seems like they just don't exist any more. The seasons are merely an annoyance (heat. cold. ice. rain.)
Happy summer experiences, everyone!
Thursday, August 5, 2010
Monday, August 2, 2010
Can you eat a whole thing of Mac N Cheese?
And I don't mean a box of Kraft. I'm talking one of those microwavable things from Bob Evans that is so rich and creamy you honestly WANT to eat the whole thing even if you can't.
I'm getting pretty close to the bottom. And I've already eaten a yogurt (ok, that was a few hours ago) a ham sandwich, and a thing of veggies. YIKES!
I'm not trying to eat the whole thing, though! I need to save some for tomorrow's lunch. But seriously, I'm. Hungry.
But the good news is the Doc says that since I'm 10 weeks along, I should be past the worst of the sickness!!!! WOOOHOOO!!!! Here's to hopefully feeling much much better in the next few days/weeks (I'm hoping for the former). Maybe I'll even feel good enough to post a few pics! Haha. Maybe.
This is a rather stupid post, I must admit. However, it's a Monday, mom is on vacation, and this office is SO SUPER QUIET today that I honestly just want to run down the halls screaming. My desire to keep my job prevents me from doing so, so instead I'm here blabbing to you about mac n cheese.
Mac N Cheese that I couldn't even stomach last week. So progress already? Here's to hoping!
Did any of you crazy moms have crazy cravings? I know we were in the grocery store last night, and I saw ice cream and INSTANTLY had to buy a VERY SPECIFIC item. Right. Then. Edy's Dibs- the chocolate ones. Unfortunately they were out of the chocolate ones. I nearly cried. I wish I was exaggerating. Maybe I'll try again tonight.
I'm getting pretty close to the bottom. And I've already eaten a yogurt (ok, that was a few hours ago) a ham sandwich, and a thing of veggies. YIKES!
I'm not trying to eat the whole thing, though! I need to save some for tomorrow's lunch. But seriously, I'm. Hungry.
But the good news is the Doc says that since I'm 10 weeks along, I should be past the worst of the sickness!!!! WOOOHOOO!!!! Here's to hopefully feeling much much better in the next few days/weeks (I'm hoping for the former). Maybe I'll even feel good enough to post a few pics! Haha. Maybe.
This is a rather stupid post, I must admit. However, it's a Monday, mom is on vacation, and this office is SO SUPER QUIET today that I honestly just want to run down the halls screaming. My desire to keep my job prevents me from doing so, so instead I'm here blabbing to you about mac n cheese.
Mac N Cheese that I couldn't even stomach last week. So progress already? Here's to hoping!
Did any of you crazy moms have crazy cravings? I know we were in the grocery store last night, and I saw ice cream and INSTANTLY had to buy a VERY SPECIFIC item. Right. Then. Edy's Dibs- the chocolate ones. Unfortunately they were out of the chocolate ones. I nearly cried. I wish I was exaggerating. Maybe I'll try again tonight.
Tuesday, July 27, 2010
The Terrible Horrible No Good Very Bad Day
Ever read that book? It's actually very cute.
Today has started off that way, although I won't lie- the title's a little bit of an exaggeration, much like in the book (seriously, find a kid as an excuse and read it).
Ever wake up late? I did.
AND as the 9 weeks along tends to produce massive attacks of nausea, I had to eat right away. Normally if I'm running late I'd skip breakfast. Haven't had that opportunity for a while. So I ate cereal in bed.
And then proceeded to violently sneeze. My long, yet to be styled hair ended up IN the cereal. Gross.
Do you know how to get milk out of your hair? You don't. I tried everything but washing it (cuz seriously... I woke up 15 min before I had to leave). It still has issues even now. Tonight I'm hopefully getting my hair cut. They can get it out. I've been known to go to salons with all kinds of crap in my hair (I won't discuss the worst, because seriously it's the saddest story you can hear and I don't want to cry myself, let alone make you cry).
So obviously I got out the door late. So late, in fact, that Mike was pulling in as I left. This is NOT a good sign. I usually cross paths with him around the half way point. And he wasn't running ahead of schedule.
Oh, and my cat killed a moth this morning. That he chose to leave in the living room for all to see. Gross.
I get to the parking lot. I see it's sunny. I leave my umbrella in my car. We walk the 10 minutes in (Mom and I park together). We get all the way inside, and THEN she mentions "oh, it's supposed to storm today". Seriously? You couldn't have said this AT THE CAR???
So here's to all of you out there with the same type of day- that terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day where in the end we'll arrive for a haircut late, with milk in our soaking wet hair from the storm. Have a drink for me, please, because that's the other part... I can't.
Nor can I take the pain meds I so want for my back. Must have slept on it wrong. Le sigh.
For the record- yes, I'm a complainer. But usually life is happy, so when I get the chance, I try to make it humorous. That was my intent here. Did it work? Oh, and the pain meds- I hate taking meds, but one dose of advil and my back would be as good as new. So sad.
Today has started off that way, although I won't lie- the title's a little bit of an exaggeration, much like in the book (seriously, find a kid as an excuse and read it).
Ever wake up late? I did.
AND as the 9 weeks along tends to produce massive attacks of nausea, I had to eat right away. Normally if I'm running late I'd skip breakfast. Haven't had that opportunity for a while. So I ate cereal in bed.
And then proceeded to violently sneeze. My long, yet to be styled hair ended up IN the cereal. Gross.
Do you know how to get milk out of your hair? You don't. I tried everything but washing it (cuz seriously... I woke up 15 min before I had to leave). It still has issues even now. Tonight I'm hopefully getting my hair cut. They can get it out. I've been known to go to salons with all kinds of crap in my hair (I won't discuss the worst, because seriously it's the saddest story you can hear and I don't want to cry myself, let alone make you cry).
So obviously I got out the door late. So late, in fact, that Mike was pulling in as I left. This is NOT a good sign. I usually cross paths with him around the half way point. And he wasn't running ahead of schedule.
Oh, and my cat killed a moth this morning. That he chose to leave in the living room for all to see. Gross.
I get to the parking lot. I see it's sunny. I leave my umbrella in my car. We walk the 10 minutes in (Mom and I park together). We get all the way inside, and THEN she mentions "oh, it's supposed to storm today". Seriously? You couldn't have said this AT THE CAR???
So here's to all of you out there with the same type of day- that terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day where in the end we'll arrive for a haircut late, with milk in our soaking wet hair from the storm. Have a drink for me, please, because that's the other part... I can't.
Nor can I take the pain meds I so want for my back. Must have slept on it wrong. Le sigh.
For the record- yes, I'm a complainer. But usually life is happy, so when I get the chance, I try to make it humorous. That was my intent here. Did it work? Oh, and the pain meds- I hate taking meds, but one dose of advil and my back would be as good as new. So sad.
Monday, July 26, 2010
The Joys of a New House
We have reached a stage in our lives. It's called "Everyone we know buys a house" Stage.
I can't help it. I'm competitive and proud. I compare. It's a sin. I'm going to hell.
I'm green with envy.
We bought our house for a few reasons. 1- We honestly didn't have a LOT of money to work with, and our house is actually valued around twice as much as we paid. It's big for what we paid. But it's bare bones. It's very neutral in decoration. The doorways aren't pretty arches. The wood floor isn't finished. The windows are all old. The walls are all one. neutral. boring. color. It also has some issues- the people who loved it before us really loved it, but they weren't handy, and you can tell. They tried, though. I give them a B for effort, sound good?
Another reason we bought it- the bare bones were exactly what we wanted. Several smaller rooms. Open living space. Lots of storage. A nice back yard (oh the backyard! I love it). New carpet, appliances, kitchen.
But then I see places like my buddies'. They bought older houses. They have issues that I can see, and I'm not saying their houses are better or that I even want their houses. But they have things already in place. Such as beautiful wooden archways. Oh, the archways! I'm such a sucker for character in a house. No a/c? Oh well. They have arches!
Or my friend just built a house. It's gorgeous. It has everything they want. Of course it does. They built it! They spent months living somewhere else while a crew built everything to their specifications. I personally love the idea. Maybe if we eventually sell our house (maybe. I love our house) we will build one.
I just wish I could make my house more presentable. I'm so lazy. The house is a mess (I have an excuse right now, though). The projects are semi-planned to completely mapped out. They just aren't moving. Someone motivate me please? I really want someone to be green with envy over MY house.
I can't help it. I'm competitive and proud. I compare. It's a sin. I'm going to hell.
I'm green with envy.
We bought our house for a few reasons. 1- We honestly didn't have a LOT of money to work with, and our house is actually valued around twice as much as we paid. It's big for what we paid. But it's bare bones. It's very neutral in decoration. The doorways aren't pretty arches. The wood floor isn't finished. The windows are all old. The walls are all one. neutral. boring. color. It also has some issues- the people who loved it before us really loved it, but they weren't handy, and you can tell. They tried, though. I give them a B for effort, sound good?
Another reason we bought it- the bare bones were exactly what we wanted. Several smaller rooms. Open living space. Lots of storage. A nice back yard (oh the backyard! I love it). New carpet, appliances, kitchen.
But then I see places like my buddies'. They bought older houses. They have issues that I can see, and I'm not saying their houses are better or that I even want their houses. But they have things already in place. Such as beautiful wooden archways. Oh, the archways! I'm such a sucker for character in a house. No a/c? Oh well. They have arches!
Or my friend just built a house. It's gorgeous. It has everything they want. Of course it does. They built it! They spent months living somewhere else while a crew built everything to their specifications. I personally love the idea. Maybe if we eventually sell our house (maybe. I love our house) we will build one.
I just wish I could make my house more presentable. I'm so lazy. The house is a mess (I have an excuse right now, though). The projects are semi-planned to completely mapped out. They just aren't moving. Someone motivate me please? I really want someone to be green with envy over MY house.
Friday, July 16, 2010
Many Apologies
I'm so sorry I haven't written in over a week. A WEEK!!!! I just can't believe it. At first I thought it was because nothing has happened, but that's honestly a lie. Soon I will update you with some interesting posts- a friend flying into town, seeing a movie, all day morning sickness, and golf lessons. So there's your preview.
The topic to cover first- of course it's the morning sickness!!!!
First- how extremely gross. Pregnancy is supposed to be about glowing, and being uncomfortable in your skin but happy, and there's the emotions and cravings, right?
Wrong. At about the 6.5 week mark I gradually noticed the icky feeling becoming stronger and lasting longer. Eventually I was literally sick ALL FREAKIN' DAY!!! It lasted about a week while I tried to reign it in. Turns out, I'm learning. Small meals just about every hour. If I get up in the middle of the night I should eat some crackers. Don't eat foods that smell bad. Don't eat foods that make your stomach turn. Don't eat a whole meal.
I have not had the total package deal, thankfully (PLEASE knock on wood for me) and I'm hoping that with the few tricks I've learned I can avoid it. So far I'm doing well today, which is the first in several days, although I have gradually gotten better at it. I didn't eat lunch today, which is usually the trigger. I ate slightly less than half a lunch. I will eat the rest in an hour or so. I will eat some crackers about an hour after that. I have a peanut butter sandwich for just before I leave work. All this because there's something the size of a blueberry in my womb? CRAZY.
So there you have it. It's thetotally lame excuse real reason I haven't posted an update. Being sick takes all your energy. But now that I'm feeling better I hope we can keep each other posted, mmmk?
AND if you're interested- I'll be 8 weeks along on Sunday. I have gained 3 pounds, but I also weighed myself at a completely different time of the day and at least 2 of it was probably from that. I'm tired, but not too badly exhausted. I have to get up in the night to use the facilities, but that's the only difference there. So far the biggest issue has been my stomach and finding the right combination of timing and food to please it. My nose is an excellant companion in that department. Mike brought home chicken for his dinner. The idea of it disgusted me... until I smelled it. I devoured half before he could eat it. lol. Poor boy.
Romeo has also changed- I think he knows something's up. He's been extremely clingy and totally ignores Mike when I'm in the room. He has also started sleeping in between Mike and I, which is new. He's always gotten in the way, but now it seems intentional compared to before. Like he's protecting me? From Mike? Weird.
The topic to cover first- of course it's the morning sickness!!!!
First- how extremely gross. Pregnancy is supposed to be about glowing, and being uncomfortable in your skin but happy, and there's the emotions and cravings, right?
Wrong. At about the 6.5 week mark I gradually noticed the icky feeling becoming stronger and lasting longer. Eventually I was literally sick ALL FREAKIN' DAY!!! It lasted about a week while I tried to reign it in. Turns out, I'm learning. Small meals just about every hour. If I get up in the middle of the night I should eat some crackers. Don't eat foods that smell bad. Don't eat foods that make your stomach turn. Don't eat a whole meal.
I have not had the total package deal, thankfully (PLEASE knock on wood for me) and I'm hoping that with the few tricks I've learned I can avoid it. So far I'm doing well today, which is the first in several days, although I have gradually gotten better at it. I didn't eat lunch today, which is usually the trigger. I ate slightly less than half a lunch. I will eat the rest in an hour or so. I will eat some crackers about an hour after that. I have a peanut butter sandwich for just before I leave work. All this because there's something the size of a blueberry in my womb? CRAZY.
So there you have it. It's the
AND if you're interested- I'll be 8 weeks along on Sunday. I have gained 3 pounds, but I also weighed myself at a completely different time of the day and at least 2 of it was probably from that. I'm tired, but not too badly exhausted. I have to get up in the night to use the facilities, but that's the only difference there. So far the biggest issue has been my stomach and finding the right combination of timing and food to please it. My nose is an excellant companion in that department. Mike brought home chicken for his dinner. The idea of it disgusted me... until I smelled it. I devoured half before he could eat it. lol. Poor boy.
Romeo has also changed- I think he knows something's up. He's been extremely clingy and totally ignores Mike when I'm in the room. He has also started sleeping in between Mike and I, which is new. He's always gotten in the way, but now it seems intentional compared to before. Like he's protecting me? From Mike? Weird.
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