After not seeing each other (awake) for 2 days, @bceagle48 left this surprise for me in the front seat of my car before leaving for work. #BestHusbandEver #TheWayToMyHeartIsAlwaysFood
I’ll never get tired of it snowing no matter how crazy it makes my commute.
Also, the hello hashtag 2-worder apparently was super affronting as I got my first angry comment about how much I suck in life by some anonymous follower of my Instagram account. Is it bad that after the initial hurt and embarrassment (mostly I’m followed on IG by close friends and family) I now am like – how bad ass am I that I illicit so much anger from posting a snow picture?!
I don’t like to think about it because I’ve been so grateful and happy these past five months anticipating the arrival of the little munchkin. But family health-wise, the last 6 months have been awful. My grandmother got sick (and then better (comparatively speaking) – yay!), my grandfather and great uncle passed away within a week of each other, my step-father is having a lot of health issues and last week my dad had open-heart surgery and is currently still in the hospital recovering. Which is why last night found me wide awake at 4 AM stressing out but trying not to be stressed out for munchkin’s sake. And that’s when I saw a Facebook email from an old high school friend. He had found our picture from the ROTC ball we went to together back in 1998 and decided to contact me after 15 years. The purpose of his letter? He wanted to thank me for being a good friend to him and for making his otherwise dismal high school experience better. I was shocked. First of all, in my own self-centered deeply troubled high school past of worrying if I tripped in front of the upperclassmen or if my crush would see me with a pimple, I had no idea that he had any less-than-wonderful high school experiences. Secondly, a big regret of mine was that I had a great set of platonic guy friends in high school. And then I got a boyfriend. A boyfriend who was not okay with me hanging out with these guys and the sordid things we would get up to together… Such as a group of them coming over to play pool with my dad on weekends or going to bingo night with me during the week (we were so cool). So did I do the mature thing and send that boyfriend packing with a swift kick to his rear? No… I slowly distanced myself from these friends in order to placate him. We all ended high school on good terms, but not good enough to keep in touch afterwards. So 15 years later, our friendship entails “liking” each others Facebook status updates every once in a while. So to have someone I feel I was pretty awful to, email me to thank me for being a good friend 15 years ago… Needless to say, really brightened my day!
Sushi’s favorite thing to do nowadays is sleep next to me with my ever-increasing belly as his pillow. The practical side of me knows that he probably just likes having a pillow. The hormonal-emotional me tears up as I hug him and tell him “thank you for being such a wonderful big brother and wanting to snuggle with him/her!”
My company has this program where if you sign up to talk to a maternity nurse at various times during your pregnancy you get some free swag: a diaper bag, gift certificate for baby gear and take out restaurants just to name a few. Sweet. So I had my first maternity nurse call towards the middle of December, where I already felt like a crappy mom because I haven’t touched a salad since I had a bad reaction to it in a restaurant due to morning evening sickness and I can’t even begin to remember when I last exercised. Anyway, I promptly forgot about the call soon afterwards so when UPS left a stickie on my door saying they couldn’t deliver a package to me because they needed to have a 21+ year old sign for it, I was so excited envisioning a nice bottle of wine as a belated Christmas present by either my company or one of our vendors (hey, it happened to me before…. pre-2008 but still). Turns out it was two packets worth of maternity booklets. Woah.
Also, not sure why they needed a 21+ year old to sign for it. Because teens don’t have kids? MTV begs to differ!
I haven’t been on here in awhile thanks to the ever fun busy season I go through each year, but I can imagine there’s a lot of cold people out there, pretty much everyone east of Seattle according to my lord and savior Stephen Colbert. And oh my god, this Polar Vortex or whatever the hell it’s called is no joke. You know what else is not causing me to laugh? The fact that my family is cozy and warm in all their cities west of Seattle. BOOOOO on all of you.
The joys of living in my ridiculous heating pump-warmed house is that it really only ever gets 40 degrees hotter on the inside than it is on the outside.
Which leads to scenes like this:
My solidified olive oil. Lovely.
And girls night sleepovers in the one warm room of the house (ignore my overworked tired mug).
Seriously the best review I’ve every read. Here’s my favorite excerpt so you can get the gist of it:
Then came the, uh, flatulence. Heavens to Murgatroyd, the sounds, like trumpets calling the demons back to Hell…the stench, like 1,000 rotten corpses vomited. I couldn’t stand to stay in one room for fear of succumbing to my own odors.