Sort of following up with my post about Truman sleeping on the floor/parenting style/not pushing a rigid school setting at age 3....have you read this post before, called 'What Should a 4 Year Old Know'? I really love it. Especially the part when it says the biggest predictor of high academic achievement and high ACT scores is reading to children. Cool! We love to read to our kids and I love hunting for fun children's books out there. When Truman and I go to Barnes and Noble so he can play with the train table and the Legos, I love to peek around at the kids' books. Especially some of the 'bigger kids' books out there----so many neat titles and illustrations and stories!
Also, our current routine is to go to the library and pick out about 8 books to bring home. Truman likes to pick a lot of the same ones over and over again, despite me trying to persuade him on a few more interesting titles. Nate is the primary one that reads to Truman each night, but I used to do it back in the day so a lot of these are still familiar for me, too. I thought I'd list out a few of our favorite non-board books here, in case anyone has a 3.5 year old who loves books as much as T. I tried to steer clear of most of the 'classics' since everyone loves those already, Truman included. But maybe these are a few you haven't read yet?
1. Truck Driver Tom by Monica Wellington
We bought this one for Truman a few Christmases ago and he still loves it. All of the cute little trucks scattered across each page are fun, and the last two pages have every truck listed with their names. Truman loves that page the best as we talk about which ones are our favorites.
2. Train Trip by Deanna Caswell
Truman actually knows this one by heart and the words are really adorably paired/rhymed. I had a video of him reciting the first 5 pages but I can't find that video anywhere now!
3. The Goodnight Train by June Sobel
This is Nate's favorite of the train books. I couldn't tell you the plot but apparently it's a winner according to daddy!
4. Freight Train by Donald Crews
Kind of obsessed with the illustrations on this one. I don't think Truman or Nate really care about it, but I love it.
5. Chugga Chugga Choo Choo by Kevin Lewis
I like this one because it's catchy and and Truman likes it because it's about.....get this: Trains! ;)
6. The Grizzly Bear with the Frizzly Hair by Sean Taylor
Truman loves this one and demands to check it out a LOT from the library. Sigh. I don't get it and Nate says it's really really long, but whatever. It's a fave for Truman currently.
7. How Do Dinosaurs Say Goodnight? by Jane Yolen
Another one of Truman's repeat offenders for our library list. Pretty cute illustrations although I hope this friendly dino isn't partly to blame for Truman's 'scared' phase right now.
I'm sure I could list plenty of other books but that should do it for now. Any others you recommend we check out from the library?
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The Best Birth
With my giant list of 'must read' pregnancy, birthing, and parenting books I figure I should attempt to write reviews of some of them. Then maybe I won't forget everything I've read when I need it, right?
Before I start, let me say that I am fully aware that this subject is one of the many 'hot topic' sensitive issues out there in the world of pregnancy and delivery. I have my opinions but believe everyone is entitled to theirs as well. And I mostly just want to reiterate what this book states, knowing it is not the end-all book out there. No judgment here, no matter what you believe about labor and delivery, okay? We as women need to do a better job of supporting each other in these circumstances instead of judging or putting each other down. Let's all hold hands and sing, shall we? :)
A lot of people have heard of Ricki Lake's book called 'Your Best Birth' and I still have that one on my list, too. But Hannah recommended 'The Best Birth' by Sarah McMoyler and I wanted to read this one first. It is kind of like the 'light' version of Ricki's book and I highly, highly recommend it to you if you are interested.
The author is a Labor and Delivery nurse with twenty-plus years of experience. She is very realistic, encouraging, and straight-forward. The McMoyler philosophy goes something like this: "healthy mom, healthy baby, however you get there". She is NOT anti-hospital, since she (like me!) is a healthcare professional herself. However, she is also encourages moms to try for a low to no intervention birth if possible. Basically she is not an extremist who pushes an 'all or none' theory at us. I really enjoy a realistic, middle of the road book every now and then:)
A few thought provoking points to consider:
1. The McMoyler method makes Dad a major player during labor and delivery, believing that as you give birth to his child he should NOT simply be a spectator. Many years ago, Dads weren't even in the delivery room with the mom (but then again, many years ago women were totally unconscious during delivery.....talk about creepy!).
She even goes so far to say that although some doulas are wonderful and helpful, most of them are unlicensed with no medical training. Although they may have your best intentions in mind, sometimes they will go up against the medical staff to fight for your 'birth plan' even when it puts the baby at risk. As a medical professional myself, I plan on taking advice from my OB--the one who went through years of medical schooling and formal testing and who is required by the state to stay up-to-date on her licensing. McMoyler suggests that you already have the best doula you can get in your husband. He knows you better and loves you more than anyone else, knowing your fears and desires, with a big stake in the outcome. She puts dad front and center as your primary support person and wrote an entire chapter just for dad. Nate is reading it right now and likes it for the specific techniques she lists to help me through the pain of labor.
2. McMoyler also proposes that the medical team at the hospital are NOT the bad guys. They aren't out to get you, ready to slice you open for a c-section and rush you through the biggest day in your life. Sure, there are some bad apples out there in the medical world just like any other profession. But the vast majority of doctors and nurses involved in labor and delivery love what they do and are committed to providing the best and safest care possible. She says that if you want a low-to-no-intervention birth they will support you any way they can. But if something happens that jeopardizes your or the baby's healthy, they will do whatever is necessary to keep you both safe.
And as a side note, as someone who works in a hospital myself, it NEVER hurts to do a little butt kissing to your nurses (I do it all the time and it works!) Be respectful of them, be kind, and a few compliments here and there go a long way. They will be a huge part of your day and you want them to be on your good side. Rolling through the door and saying, 'Don't touch me, I don't want you people to do anything because I'm going all natural' is a good way to put the nurses on the defensive. Not good. Another well-kept secret in the hospital world? We love food. Bring us some cookies or treats and we'll go the extra mile for you. We're pretty easy to please:)
I'm not going to go into all of the details here, but in chapter five the author goes through common myths about hospitals and interventions provided there. The two big ones for me (that I had heard before, and was a little worried about) were the idea that epidurals slow down labor and lead to many complications with the baby, and that hospitals intervene and do c-sections even when there is no medical need just because they make more money/it's more convenient.
For the Big E (epidural) dilemma, I'm of the group that would definitely like to try and avoid one but I'm not going to completely rule it out, either. You get no gold medal for going drug free and it's not a competition, so if I've been pushing for 15 hours and I'm only 3 cm dilated you better believe I'll consider an epidural. Sometimes, as the author states, an epidural lets your body relax and possibly even get some sleep which sometimes allows you to further dilate. A good epidural will let you feel pressure, not pain, so that you can still time your pushing without being completely numb. And in some hospitals you can even get a 'walking epidural' so you aren't totally bed bound afterward, since lying on your back is really not the best position for birthing. Epidurals sometimes spread out contractions but not always. Yes, if you have one you will probably need IV fluids, a catheter, and possibly Picotin. But I just think there is no way to plan whether or not you will need an epidural or not.
For the big C-section dilemma, obviously I want to avoid one at all costs. I do not believe that c-sections are more convenient for docs since they take a ton more time and delay the doctor getting out the door to another patient. I do think that some doctors might be more inclined to push for a c-section if there is ANY chance of fetal distress because of the fear of liability. And honestly, if my baby's heart rate is dropping with each contraction leading the medical team to think the baby is not tolerating a vaginal birth well I will not mess around with continuing to push for a vaginal delivery. The author also points out other valid reasons for a c-section (breech or transverse positioning, placenta or umbilical cord issues, and maternal indications) although she agrees that they should be used as a last resort. In the end, I just want my baby to be healthy and if something goes wrong I will trust my doctor to make the right decision.
3. Which brings me to an AWESOME point made by this book: no regrets. I think especially us women tend to get down on ourselves when plans fail, when things don't go the way they are 'supposed' to go. Although it's VERY tempting for me to write out a detailed birth plan of what my ideal scenario would be, I know that for me (and many others) putting ideas down on paper is like carving them in stone. And even though I've never been through labor and delivery before, I'm not naive enough to think that things go according to plan when you are pushing out a human being from your nether regions. If I hand over a piece of paper to my doc that says 'absolutely NO epidural, and NO c-section' I know I'm setting myself up for failure in the case that something does not go according to plan. As the author talks extensively about in the book, she has seen many women go in with the 'natural or nothing' mindset who end up having complications, needing an epidural and or a c-section. What is really sad is that these women end up regretting their birth experience, feeling negative and depressed and like a failure because they had to have drugs/interventions. I mean really, having a healthy newborn baby is a HUGE reason for celebration. Why would you waste one second feeling bad about yourself or your birth experience when you have an adorable new baby to care for? Throw in a little sleep deprivation, your whole world being turned upside down, and feelings of inadequacies and you are a shoe in for hard core baby blues, right?
So no regrets. Yes, you should spend time discussing your ideal situation and hoping for a low to no intervention birth is a fabulous goal (and mine!). But flexibility is key here and remember there are no gold medals for going all natural. The biggest reward is that little bundle of joy no matter how they got there. And at the end of the day, I want to be able to look over at Nate and say 'We did it!' because I fully expect him to be a major player pushing me through contractions and supporting me during one of the most intense moments of my life. He proved himself to be a great coach during my marathon and I know that he will be a lifesaver during this other type of endurance sport:)
Basically, I think that every single woman is different and each birthing experience is unique. I think it's great if you want a home birth, a doula, no interventions, etc. Maybe you're of the camp that prefers to be hooked up to an epidural immediately to avoid as much pain as possible, which is totally fine by me, too. But I just hope that whatever your 'plan' you know that sometimes the unexpected happens. And as long as a healthy baby enters into the world after delivery, the event was a success in my eyes.
I'm so grateful that I will be giving birth in a medically advanced time with so many options out there. And of course, I intend to read a zillion more books about this subject not because it gives me more control, or prepares me for every little thing about delivery, but because it's so freaking awesome to think that in about 4 months I'll have my own birth experience. GAH!
Before I start, let me say that I am fully aware that this subject is one of the many 'hot topic' sensitive issues out there in the world of pregnancy and delivery. I have my opinions but believe everyone is entitled to theirs as well. And I mostly just want to reiterate what this book states, knowing it is not the end-all book out there. No judgment here, no matter what you believe about labor and delivery, okay? We as women need to do a better job of supporting each other in these circumstances instead of judging or putting each other down. Let's all hold hands and sing, shall we? :)
A lot of people have heard of Ricki Lake's book called 'Your Best Birth' and I still have that one on my list, too. But Hannah recommended 'The Best Birth' by Sarah McMoyler and I wanted to read this one first. It is kind of like the 'light' version of Ricki's book and I highly, highly recommend it to you if you are interested.
The author is a Labor and Delivery nurse with twenty-plus years of experience. She is very realistic, encouraging, and straight-forward. The McMoyler philosophy goes something like this: "healthy mom, healthy baby, however you get there". She is NOT anti-hospital, since she (like me!) is a healthcare professional herself. However, she is also encourages moms to try for a low to no intervention birth if possible. Basically she is not an extremist who pushes an 'all or none' theory at us. I really enjoy a realistic, middle of the road book every now and then:)
A few thought provoking points to consider:
1. The McMoyler method makes Dad a major player during labor and delivery, believing that as you give birth to his child he should NOT simply be a spectator. Many years ago, Dads weren't even in the delivery room with the mom (but then again, many years ago women were totally unconscious during delivery.....talk about creepy!).
She even goes so far to say that although some doulas are wonderful and helpful, most of them are unlicensed with no medical training. Although they may have your best intentions in mind, sometimes they will go up against the medical staff to fight for your 'birth plan' even when it puts the baby at risk. As a medical professional myself, I plan on taking advice from my OB--the one who went through years of medical schooling and formal testing and who is required by the state to stay up-to-date on her licensing. McMoyler suggests that you already have the best doula you can get in your husband. He knows you better and loves you more than anyone else, knowing your fears and desires, with a big stake in the outcome. She puts dad front and center as your primary support person and wrote an entire chapter just for dad. Nate is reading it right now and likes it for the specific techniques she lists to help me through the pain of labor.
2. McMoyler also proposes that the medical team at the hospital are NOT the bad guys. They aren't out to get you, ready to slice you open for a c-section and rush you through the biggest day in your life. Sure, there are some bad apples out there in the medical world just like any other profession. But the vast majority of doctors and nurses involved in labor and delivery love what they do and are committed to providing the best and safest care possible. She says that if you want a low-to-no-intervention birth they will support you any way they can. But if something happens that jeopardizes your or the baby's healthy, they will do whatever is necessary to keep you both safe.
And as a side note, as someone who works in a hospital myself, it NEVER hurts to do a little butt kissing to your nurses (I do it all the time and it works!) Be respectful of them, be kind, and a few compliments here and there go a long way. They will be a huge part of your day and you want them to be on your good side. Rolling through the door and saying, 'Don't touch me, I don't want you people to do anything because I'm going all natural' is a good way to put the nurses on the defensive. Not good. Another well-kept secret in the hospital world? We love food. Bring us some cookies or treats and we'll go the extra mile for you. We're pretty easy to please:)
I'm not going to go into all of the details here, but in chapter five the author goes through common myths about hospitals and interventions provided there. The two big ones for me (that I had heard before, and was a little worried about) were the idea that epidurals slow down labor and lead to many complications with the baby, and that hospitals intervene and do c-sections even when there is no medical need just because they make more money/it's more convenient.
For the Big E (epidural) dilemma, I'm of the group that would definitely like to try and avoid one but I'm not going to completely rule it out, either. You get no gold medal for going drug free and it's not a competition, so if I've been pushing for 15 hours and I'm only 3 cm dilated you better believe I'll consider an epidural. Sometimes, as the author states, an epidural lets your body relax and possibly even get some sleep which sometimes allows you to further dilate. A good epidural will let you feel pressure, not pain, so that you can still time your pushing without being completely numb. And in some hospitals you can even get a 'walking epidural' so you aren't totally bed bound afterward, since lying on your back is really not the best position for birthing. Epidurals sometimes spread out contractions but not always. Yes, if you have one you will probably need IV fluids, a catheter, and possibly Picotin. But I just think there is no way to plan whether or not you will need an epidural or not.
For the big C-section dilemma, obviously I want to avoid one at all costs. I do not believe that c-sections are more convenient for docs since they take a ton more time and delay the doctor getting out the door to another patient. I do think that some doctors might be more inclined to push for a c-section if there is ANY chance of fetal distress because of the fear of liability. And honestly, if my baby's heart rate is dropping with each contraction leading the medical team to think the baby is not tolerating a vaginal birth well I will not mess around with continuing to push for a vaginal delivery. The author also points out other valid reasons for a c-section (breech or transverse positioning, placenta or umbilical cord issues, and maternal indications) although she agrees that they should be used as a last resort. In the end, I just want my baby to be healthy and if something goes wrong I will trust my doctor to make the right decision.
3. Which brings me to an AWESOME point made by this book: no regrets. I think especially us women tend to get down on ourselves when plans fail, when things don't go the way they are 'supposed' to go. Although it's VERY tempting for me to write out a detailed birth plan of what my ideal scenario would be, I know that for me (and many others) putting ideas down on paper is like carving them in stone. And even though I've never been through labor and delivery before, I'm not naive enough to think that things go according to plan when you are pushing out a human being from your nether regions. If I hand over a piece of paper to my doc that says 'absolutely NO epidural, and NO c-section' I know I'm setting myself up for failure in the case that something does not go according to plan. As the author talks extensively about in the book, she has seen many women go in with the 'natural or nothing' mindset who end up having complications, needing an epidural and or a c-section. What is really sad is that these women end up regretting their birth experience, feeling negative and depressed and like a failure because they had to have drugs/interventions. I mean really, having a healthy newborn baby is a HUGE reason for celebration. Why would you waste one second feeling bad about yourself or your birth experience when you have an adorable new baby to care for? Throw in a little sleep deprivation, your whole world being turned upside down, and feelings of inadequacies and you are a shoe in for hard core baby blues, right?
So no regrets. Yes, you should spend time discussing your ideal situation and hoping for a low to no intervention birth is a fabulous goal (and mine!). But flexibility is key here and remember there are no gold medals for going all natural. The biggest reward is that little bundle of joy no matter how they got there. And at the end of the day, I want to be able to look over at Nate and say 'We did it!' because I fully expect him to be a major player pushing me through contractions and supporting me during one of the most intense moments of my life. He proved himself to be a great coach during my marathon and I know that he will be a lifesaver during this other type of endurance sport:)
Basically, I think that every single woman is different and each birthing experience is unique. I think it's great if you want a home birth, a doula, no interventions, etc. Maybe you're of the camp that prefers to be hooked up to an epidural immediately to avoid as much pain as possible, which is totally fine by me, too. But I just hope that whatever your 'plan' you know that sometimes the unexpected happens. And as long as a healthy baby enters into the world after delivery, the event was a success in my eyes.
I'm so grateful that I will be giving birth in a medically advanced time with so many options out there. And of course, I intend to read a zillion more books about this subject not because it gives me more control, or prepares me for every little thing about delivery, but because it's so freaking awesome to think that in about 4 months I'll have my own birth experience. GAH!
Big Time Miscellany
1. I decided to treat myself this weekend and bought a pound of decaffeinated Alterra coffee for my own personal pleasure. I also bought this amazing mug and voila....I'm enjoying coffee on weekends again! Still decaff, and only on weekends, but my how I missed this ritual. There is nothing better than lounging around and sipping on a cup-o-joe, even if it doesn't pack the punch:

2. Speaking of weekends, let me whine for a second. I knew this summer was going to be freaking insane with traveling for showers, weddings, parties, visiting friends and believe me it is worth every second to see amazing friends/family who live so far away. But remember that I also have to work weekends for my job, usually 5 or 6 weekend days in a four month period. So I counted it up and from the beginning of May until the end of September, I have had exactly 6 weekends out of a possible 22 that did not include work or travel. Six, you guys. Isn't that a little pathetic? I was so looking forward to this past weekend because it was going to be #7 but alas, I am a softy and went in to work for 3 hours because they were absolutely swamped and nobody else could help. Eh, the overtime pay won't hurt and I talked myself into being okay with it mentally, too. But seriously, in my next life I'm going to keep nearly all of my weekends open without travel or work to just get caught up on everyday life. Sounds like a brilliant plan to me!
3. Is anyone wondering how Henry is doing with his training? The answer is pretty much fabulous but not yet perfect. The last time his trainer came to the house we purchased one of her Canine Genuis toys which houses food and treats. It's like an amped up Kong that keeps the little bugger mentally stimulated and boy does he love this thing. It's so cute to see him figure out how to dump it upside down and see the kibble spill out. Nate and I cannot stop laughing at him when he's Mr. Smarty Pants conquering the Canine Genius.


(If Henry was a human child, I would want this to be his school picture. Don't you think he looks so cute here?)

4. It's Packer season in our household which can only mean one thing: Nate screaming at the TV and Henry strutting around in his Packer jersey with pride. Boys will be boys. Please tell me his little chest hair puffing out from the top isn't the cutest thing ever.

Tail wagging=blur of happiness.


And no, we do not mention the curse word 'Favre' in this house anymore. Please do not get Nate started.
5. On my super productive Saturday, before I went into work, I tackled an organization project that has been bugging me for months. I cleaned out every storage area in our tiny bathroom and re-organized the hell out of it. But once I pulled everything out I was slightly overwhelmed...

The end result is freaking fabulous, if you ask me. And I didn't stop there since I went into the kitchen and reorganized a few more cabinets in there. It scares me to think that when the baby comes I won't have the luxury of staying organized. I'm thinking asking Nate or the in-laws to watch the babe while I go to town and clean the heck out of the house might be my best bet. Or maybe I just won't care anymore (doubt it).
6. I'm throwing Hannah a baby shower in St. Louis on Halloween and cannot freaking wait. I really haven't talked too much about her pregnancy but she is due on December 1, was my maid of honor and I was hers, and we were best buddy roommates all through college and beyond. Knowing each other for 10 years means we have gone through a ridiculous amount of milestones together and I am so excited to raise our kids together. They will be about 3 months apart and I'm quite sure they'll be best buddies....especially if they are in the same city and state. :)
But anyway, lots of fun ideas for her shower. I also have a secret project underway that I'm really excited about and here is a preview:

7. I really need some new underwear. I am obsessed with my old school Vickie's Secret 'Body by Victoria' undies because they are the only kind that do not give me a wedgie. But of course they don't make the exact kind that I love anymore. You see, my butt is rather flat and sort of long so I think that all underwear just naturally cuts into my crack....it's so unfair, I hate it. I've spent way too much money on other kinds of undies hoping they are anti-wedgie but so far no luck. I'm thinking of trying those Jockey briefs on TV. You know the one with the chick from Scrubs talking about how she doesn't have to dig into her butt for her underwear anymore? Yeah, those look pretty awesome. Any suggestions? And no, I will not wear a thong for everyday purposes. I've tried some boy shorts but they still ride up on my bum.
8. I'm all about reading pregnancy/birthing/parenting books right now. Well, I haven't actually done a lot of reading besides my What to Expect book and a few other 'Your pregnancy' type books. But I have a long list of books I want to borrow from the library or buy used and want to share them for opinions and other ideas:
-Great Expectations
-The Ultimate Breastfeeding book by Dr. Jack Newman
-Baby Wise by Gary Ezzo
-Belly Laughs by Jenny McCarthy
-Your Best Birth by Ricki Lake
-The Girlfriends Guide to Pregnancy
-The Happiest Baby on the Block
Anyone read any of these or have other 'must reads' for me? I love to read books and if it weren't for my book club group at work I would have a hard time finding the time. But I've gotten better about trying to squeeze in some time right before bed lately.
Oh, and non-pregnancy books I want to read or will read for our book club include:
-Middlesex (next to read for the club, I've heard great things!)
-Stroke of Insight (medical people can't get enough of medical stories, you know)
-Still Alice (another medical one about Alzheimers)
-Stori Telling (because I love her)
For those of you who read I really love the Goodreads site. It helps me remember which ones I want to read and which books I already read.
Is that enough miscellany for you? I guess it's been awhile:)
2. Speaking of weekends, let me whine for a second. I knew this summer was going to be freaking insane with traveling for showers, weddings, parties, visiting friends and believe me it is worth every second to see amazing friends/family who live so far away. But remember that I also have to work weekends for my job, usually 5 or 6 weekend days in a four month period. So I counted it up and from the beginning of May until the end of September, I have had exactly 6 weekends out of a possible 22 that did not include work or travel. Six, you guys. Isn't that a little pathetic? I was so looking forward to this past weekend because it was going to be #7 but alas, I am a softy and went in to work for 3 hours because they were absolutely swamped and nobody else could help. Eh, the overtime pay won't hurt and I talked myself into being okay with it mentally, too. But seriously, in my next life I'm going to keep nearly all of my weekends open without travel or work to just get caught up on everyday life. Sounds like a brilliant plan to me!
3. Is anyone wondering how Henry is doing with his training? The answer is pretty much fabulous but not yet perfect. The last time his trainer came to the house we purchased one of her Canine Genuis toys which houses food and treats. It's like an amped up Kong that keeps the little bugger mentally stimulated and boy does he love this thing. It's so cute to see him figure out how to dump it upside down and see the kibble spill out. Nate and I cannot stop laughing at him when he's Mr. Smarty Pants conquering the Canine Genius.
(If Henry was a human child, I would want this to be his school picture. Don't you think he looks so cute here?)
4. It's Packer season in our household which can only mean one thing: Nate screaming at the TV and Henry strutting around in his Packer jersey with pride. Boys will be boys. Please tell me his little chest hair puffing out from the top isn't the cutest thing ever.
Tail wagging=blur of happiness.
And no, we do not mention the curse word 'Favre' in this house anymore. Please do not get Nate started.
5. On my super productive Saturday, before I went into work, I tackled an organization project that has been bugging me for months. I cleaned out every storage area in our tiny bathroom and re-organized the hell out of it. But once I pulled everything out I was slightly overwhelmed...
The end result is freaking fabulous, if you ask me. And I didn't stop there since I went into the kitchen and reorganized a few more cabinets in there. It scares me to think that when the baby comes I won't have the luxury of staying organized. I'm thinking asking Nate or the in-laws to watch the babe while I go to town and clean the heck out of the house might be my best bet. Or maybe I just won't care anymore (doubt it).
6. I'm throwing Hannah a baby shower in St. Louis on Halloween and cannot freaking wait. I really haven't talked too much about her pregnancy but she is due on December 1, was my maid of honor and I was hers, and we were best buddy roommates all through college and beyond. Knowing each other for 10 years means we have gone through a ridiculous amount of milestones together and I am so excited to raise our kids together. They will be about 3 months apart and I'm quite sure they'll be best buddies....especially if they are in the same city and state. :)
But anyway, lots of fun ideas for her shower. I also have a secret project underway that I'm really excited about and here is a preview:
7. I really need some new underwear. I am obsessed with my old school Vickie's Secret 'Body by Victoria' undies because they are the only kind that do not give me a wedgie. But of course they don't make the exact kind that I love anymore. You see, my butt is rather flat and sort of long so I think that all underwear just naturally cuts into my crack....it's so unfair, I hate it. I've spent way too much money on other kinds of undies hoping they are anti-wedgie but so far no luck. I'm thinking of trying those Jockey briefs on TV. You know the one with the chick from Scrubs talking about how she doesn't have to dig into her butt for her underwear anymore? Yeah, those look pretty awesome. Any suggestions? And no, I will not wear a thong for everyday purposes. I've tried some boy shorts but they still ride up on my bum.
8. I'm all about reading pregnancy/birthing/parenting books right now. Well, I haven't actually done a lot of reading besides my What to Expect book and a few other 'Your pregnancy' type books. But I have a long list of books I want to borrow from the library or buy used and want to share them for opinions and other ideas:
-Great Expectations
-The Ultimate Breastfeeding book by Dr. Jack Newman
-Baby Wise by Gary Ezzo
-Belly Laughs by Jenny McCarthy
-Your Best Birth by Ricki Lake
-The Girlfriends Guide to Pregnancy
-The Happiest Baby on the Block
Anyone read any of these or have other 'must reads' for me? I love to read books and if it weren't for my book club group at work I would have a hard time finding the time. But I've gotten better about trying to squeeze in some time right before bed lately.
Oh, and non-pregnancy books I want to read or will read for our book club include:
-Middlesex (next to read for the club, I've heard great things!)
-Stroke of Insight (medical people can't get enough of medical stories, you know)
-Still Alice (another medical one about Alzheimers)
-Stori Telling (because I love her)
For those of you who read I really love the Goodreads site. It helps me remember which ones I want to read and which books I already read.
Is that enough miscellany for you? I guess it's been awhile:)
hello, crack
After much debate and plenty-o-beads-o-sweat on my upper lip, I now own one of these babies. Isn't she beautiful?

You see, it was time for my 'new every two' promotion with Verizon. It never gets old, really; every other year it's like a taste of Christmas for me as I am awarded a new fantastical phone for next to nothing. Does anyone else get this pumped for a new phone? Because we all know how the wireless phone gods behave if you happen to need a new phone before your 'magical' time: they throw their heads back and cackle at your poor soul, then request hundreds of dollars for the same crummy phone you had before The Incident. Take your pick with what 'the incident' entails....maybe it was stolen, lost, drowned in a cup of beer [ahem, never happened to me!]. But either way, if you can make it through those two years still holding onto that once very cool phone, you will be rewarded greatly.
That's why my new pimped out PINK Blackberry Curve was literally $0 after a mail-in rebate. The added monthly internet plan was pretty freaking cheap as well which made her even more tantalizing. Luckily, Nate helped me swallow my inner-tightwad fears on this one and splurge a little bit. Because let's get real: he wants one next year when it's his 'magical time.' He somehow convinced me it was worth it, even though I was worried it would be way too much phone for little ol' me. After all, aren't Blackberries for cut throat business professionals with complex schedules? So how does a puny health care professional fit into the BB plan? It turns out I like the internets and organization, my friends. Who knew?
Let's look at her again, shall we?

I mean, I'm not going to lie. I kind of freaked out about this whole thing, nearly settling for a less flashy more practical phone. It's totally frivolous, you guys, even if it only costs an extra $15 per month from our current plan. So what finally sold me? The fact that salesman dude told me about the 30 day trial period. And the fact that I justified quitting my gym membership to even out this new expenditure [which will actually put us in the positive since the gym is way more than $15/month]. I hate to exercise indoors during nice weather anyway, and really....I can do all of my marathon training outside for free with a little creativity.
Do you see how this purchase pained me so? I think I need professional help to loosen up about money. When did I get like this? I remember a day when I could spend money like water and it totally did not phase me. And now it's an ordeal---just ask Nate and the salesman dude. They were about sick of my antics at the store. But alas, I did it and I have a feeling I'll be keeping her. Just look at my wallpaper, you guys:

So yeah, kind of freaking out a little bit because I have no idea how to work the beast. I read the entire owners manual and tinkered around quite a bit tonight so I feel a little better. Technology is both my best friend and worst enemy sometimes.
Now I wonder if I should just go all out and even join Twitter. It's basically the last 'social networking' site I have yet to claim. Am I going to be one of those people addicted to her phones? Probably. But I think I'm okay with it.
So who has a Blackberry out there? Any advice? Do you love?
In other news, I finished the Twilight series and oh em geeeeee. The last book 'Breaking Dawn' is by far the best ever. Eventful, suspensful, and TOTALLY worth all of the frustrations from the previous three books. In my opinion, the ending was decent but a little anti-climatic for me. I constantly wondered how the series would end and I guess it didn't disappoint too much. But holy cow the first third of the book was my fave. No more details but you get my drift. Now when, oh when, will they make movies #3 and #4? Because I'm totally going to mark it in my new Blackberry calendar.
Also, it's summer now. No seriously, it got up into the 80s this weekend and I thought the natives were going to die from heat stroke. Oh wait, that was me on Saturday when I ran 10 miles in the sweltering sauna. I will not complain, not for one second, because I loved it. But now I remember why we ran at 8:00 last summer instead of 10:00. Whoops! Defnitely got my first sunburn of the season because I'm pretty sure my SPF 15 moisturizer dripped off my sweaty face in about 20 minutes. Note to self: invest in sweat-proof sunblock. And drag yourself out of bed earlier. Because it's official: marathon training program begins this week. Eek!
What else can I ramble about for your entertainment.....oh yes! Today would be categorized as a good day even though I had to work all day long and it was insanely busy and stressful. Why? Because one of my co-workers acted shocked when I told her I am 28 years old. She said, "No, you can't be. I thought you were about 24!" I nearly kissed her smack dab on the forehead. No joke. I think she was even being serious, you guys. I'm SO in that stage of life when being mistaken for a younger age rocks. Wow, I'm old:)
And finally, I am going to the famous Lake of the Ozarks this weekend for Lindsey's bachelorette party. This will be b.party #2 of the year and it's sure to be every bit wild as the Chicago version. I just hope there will be a few G-rated pictures to share with you, my lambs. And I'm going to be honest and say I'm getting way too old for back-to-back nights of partying so I'm a bit nervous. So nervous that I will likely leave the SLR at home [gasp!] and settle for the point-and-shoot. Boats, lakes, and expensive cameras [and probably even Blackberries] do not mix in my book....you feel me?
Feel free to enlighten me about my new baby crackberry. And share your thoughts on Dear Edward and Bella if you so desire. I might re-read those amazing chapters again, just for fun...
You see, it was time for my 'new every two' promotion with Verizon. It never gets old, really; every other year it's like a taste of Christmas for me as I am awarded a new fantastical phone for next to nothing. Does anyone else get this pumped for a new phone? Because we all know how the wireless phone gods behave if you happen to need a new phone before your 'magical' time: they throw their heads back and cackle at your poor soul, then request hundreds of dollars for the same crummy phone you had before The Incident. Take your pick with what 'the incident' entails....maybe it was stolen, lost, drowned in a cup of beer [ahem, never happened to me!]. But either way, if you can make it through those two years still holding onto that once very cool phone, you will be rewarded greatly.
That's why my new pimped out PINK Blackberry Curve was literally $0 after a mail-in rebate. The added monthly internet plan was pretty freaking cheap as well which made her even more tantalizing. Luckily, Nate helped me swallow my inner-tightwad fears on this one and splurge a little bit. Because let's get real: he wants one next year when it's his 'magical time.' He somehow convinced me it was worth it, even though I was worried it would be way too much phone for little ol' me. After all, aren't Blackberries for cut throat business professionals with complex schedules? So how does a puny health care professional fit into the BB plan? It turns out I like the internets and organization, my friends. Who knew?
Let's look at her again, shall we?
I mean, I'm not going to lie. I kind of freaked out about this whole thing, nearly settling for a less flashy more practical phone. It's totally frivolous, you guys, even if it only costs an extra $15 per month from our current plan. So what finally sold me? The fact that salesman dude told me about the 30 day trial period. And the fact that I justified quitting my gym membership to even out this new expenditure [which will actually put us in the positive since the gym is way more than $15/month]. I hate to exercise indoors during nice weather anyway, and really....I can do all of my marathon training outside for free with a little creativity.
Do you see how this purchase pained me so? I think I need professional help to loosen up about money. When did I get like this? I remember a day when I could spend money like water and it totally did not phase me. And now it's an ordeal---just ask Nate and the salesman dude. They were about sick of my antics at the store. But alas, I did it and I have a feeling I'll be keeping her. Just look at my wallpaper, you guys:
So yeah, kind of freaking out a little bit because I have no idea how to work the beast. I read the entire owners manual and tinkered around quite a bit tonight so I feel a little better. Technology is both my best friend and worst enemy sometimes.
Now I wonder if I should just go all out and even join Twitter. It's basically the last 'social networking' site I have yet to claim. Am I going to be one of those people addicted to her phones? Probably. But I think I'm okay with it.
So who has a Blackberry out there? Any advice? Do you love?
In other news, I finished the Twilight series and oh em geeeeee. The last book 'Breaking Dawn' is by far the best ever. Eventful, suspensful, and TOTALLY worth all of the frustrations from the previous three books. In my opinion, the ending was decent but a little anti-climatic for me. I constantly wondered how the series would end and I guess it didn't disappoint too much. But holy cow the first third of the book was my fave. No more details but you get my drift. Now when, oh when, will they make movies #3 and #4? Because I'm totally going to mark it in my new Blackberry calendar.
Also, it's summer now. No seriously, it got up into the 80s this weekend and I thought the natives were going to die from heat stroke. Oh wait, that was me on Saturday when I ran 10 miles in the sweltering sauna. I will not complain, not for one second, because I loved it. But now I remember why we ran at 8:00 last summer instead of 10:00. Whoops! Defnitely got my first sunburn of the season because I'm pretty sure my SPF 15 moisturizer dripped off my sweaty face in about 20 minutes. Note to self: invest in sweat-proof sunblock. And drag yourself out of bed earlier. Because it's official: marathon training program begins this week. Eek!
What else can I ramble about for your entertainment.....oh yes! Today would be categorized as a good day even though I had to work all day long and it was insanely busy and stressful. Why? Because one of my co-workers acted shocked when I told her I am 28 years old. She said, "No, you can't be. I thought you were about 24!" I nearly kissed her smack dab on the forehead. No joke. I think she was even being serious, you guys. I'm SO in that stage of life when being mistaken for a younger age rocks. Wow, I'm old:)
And finally, I am going to the famous Lake of the Ozarks this weekend for Lindsey's bachelorette party. This will be b.party #2 of the year and it's sure to be every bit wild as the Chicago version. I just hope there will be a few G-rated pictures to share with you, my lambs. And I'm going to be honest and say I'm getting way too old for back-to-back nights of partying so I'm a bit nervous. So nervous that I will likely leave the SLR at home [gasp!] and settle for the point-and-shoot. Boats, lakes, and expensive cameras [and probably even Blackberries] do not mix in my book....you feel me?
Feel free to enlighten me about my new baby crackberry. And share your thoughts on Dear Edward and Bella if you so desire. I might re-read those amazing chapters again, just for fun...
The Shack Drama
So, who has read the book The Shack? If you haven't tackled this one yet I'm sure you've at least heard about it, right? Quite controversial and daring and a best-seller and.....interesting. I feel like this one needs it's own book review post even though I rarely do this [except for Twilight....that baby got at least two separate posts].
I'm a member of a book club with some co-workers and I realize this makes me both a total nerd and also really old. I'm okay with it because I love to read and really, what better way to discuss a book but with some appetizers and booze in the presence of friends? Last night we had the meeting at my place and aside from freaking out all day about how to arrange the food, which wine to serve, and whether or not Nate would clean up his CRAP from the living room before the girls arrived....it was a fabulous time. We read The Shack this month and I knew our discussion would be intense and enlightening. This book is 'theological fiction' which means that God and religion and faith all play a huge part in the plot. I guess it could be considered a 'Christian' book but then again some traditional conservative Christians are the book's biggest critics. They say the book is heresy, dangerous, and simply incorrect. I'll admit that the drama surrounding this book is one of the reasons I wanted to read it for myself, to form my own opinions. And now you have to read about them.
I'm not going to go too deep into the plot in case someone out there wants to read the book without me spoiling the fun. But here is the bottom line [that is all over the internet and even the back cover, so I'm not ruining anything]:
The main character, Mack, is totally ticked at God. His youngest daughter, Missy, gets abducted and brutally murdered at The Shack and even though I'm not a mom yet, I believe that would be every parent's worst nightmare. So then a few years later he gets this note in his mail box from God suggesting that they meet at The Shack. The fact that God sent him a note via the USPS isn't even the weirdest part.....just wait until Mack actually meets God face-to-face. All I'm going to say is that the Trinity is ethnically diverse, full of personality, and they love to eat home-cooked meals made by God the Father. You definitely have to remind yourself that this is FICTION and keep an open mind. But it forces you to think outside the box and has a few great take-home messages.
Forgiveness, for one, is a huge theme of this book. I know I've personally struggled with forgiveness in the past because it's just so easy to keep a grudge. I also think us women tend to harbor negativity more easily than men. Come on ladies, you know we like to bottle up our feelings and let them accumulate until we explode. We hold onto past mistakes far too often and I honestly think it only hurts us. Sorry to generalize here, maybe it's just me but I think our gender tends to do this as a whole, too.
So one of my favorite quotes from the book about forgiveness:
"Forgiveness is first for you, the forgiver to release you from something that will eat you alive; that will destroy your joy and your ability to love fully and openly."
It's true, isn't it? When we hold onto past mistakes of our own or of others we only hurt ourselves. We're just denying ourselves happiness that exists in the present moment. Deep thought, huh?
Another interesting theme in the book is the famous question: "Why do bad things happen to good people?" I must say that I've been incredibly blessed in my life with amazing parents, a great childhood, an enjoyable career, and a wonderful husband. I really can't complain about too much in my life but when Keri was diagnosed, I really struggled with the whole 'Why, God?' question. It just didn't seem fair and my whole logical world turned upside down. I cried a lot and was angry and just didn't understand [and of course, my emotional experience was peanuts compared to Keri living through it....love you, Ker!].
The Shack doesn't directly answer the question as concisely as I had hoped. I definitely wanted a black and white answer as to WHY these things happen in life, like an epiphany of sorts saying, "Oh....that makes total sense now, I understand why crappy stuff happens." But really, it's not that simple. All the book says is that God does not want us to suffer and it's not his plan for bad things to happen. But he also doesn't intercede on our behalf every time we get in trouble, for reasons we just can't understand. We live in a sinful world but I'm still naive enough to think everything happens for a reason, even if we don't get it right away. I still don't know why Keri had to get cancer.....but I can definitely see some positive outcomes she's experienced through her journey. It's still a tough question, isn't it?
I could go on and on about the book but I won't. I will just say that I gave it 3 out of 5 stars on Good Reads and would suggest reading it just because it makes you think. I'm all for the mindless feel good books because easy reads make me happy. But sometimes the books that aren't so happy, ones that really work your brain a bit, are even better.
I know everyone has a different type of faith, a unique relationship with God and religion and churches. I myself have been exposed to numerous Christian denominations and am still trying to figure out where I fit in the best as I grow spiritually. But this book affirms the fact that you don't have to sit in a church pew to know God and heck, you might even find him in the craziest places imaginable.
And with that, I'm onto reading Eclipse. Nothing like switching from God to vampires with the turn of a page. :)
Here goes nothing...
It seems like a lot of people were unaware of my weekend plans. When I say 'a lot of people' I mean about 2 actual beings who forgot to write my busy schedule on their calendar, since I know everyone cares :) Well, let me just clarify: I'm going to St. Louis on Friday night after work to run the half marathon on Sunday morning. Nate is running with me, as is Keri---which was the whole reason I signed up for this race [to see Keri and celebrate her health during a painful endurance run:)]
A week ago I was all, "OMG, I get to see St. Louis in full fledged Springtime! There will be flowers and green grass and sunshine! Yes, there will be evidence of life that Wisconsin is majorly lacking right now."
And then, this happened:
Whaaaa? RAIN? I did not order this forecast and I'm praying that the weather people are way off on this one. Why can't it just be sunshiny and glorious down there, strictly in my honor? Too much to ask?
So I could whine and complain that it will rain not only on race day [hello, blisters!] but also on Saturday.
Or I could look at the bright side and thank the good Lord this run isn't taking place in Milwaukee. Sure, Saturday will be amazing here but please look at Sunday:
Um, lows in the UPPER 30s, plus rain?! I think I'll take rainy and warm over rainy and effing cold any day. Eat it, Milwaukee. I still like St. Louis weather better.
On that note, I am packing tonight and I'm not sure I've devoted enough posts to the topic of packing. I hate it. It stresses me out. I would like to think with my Type-A qualities I am a fabulous packer but it seems like I always pack the wrong type of gear. I mean, it's organized and neat and all that junk....but my packing skills consistently lack proper estimation of what I'll actually NEED during a trip. Ugh. Just add this to the list of things I do not like [there are so many].
Speaking of packing, I would like you to guess what this is:

Hint: there are four items pictured here. 10 points goes to the reader who correctly guesses all four of these. I'm afraid this makes me a bit psycho....

And finally, I just finished New Moon and I have to admit.....it was not my favorite. In fact, it seemed to drag on forever and I just didn't have the desire to get through it as fast as Twilight. I might do a separate post about this major let down but let me just leave you with this: when Bella cried and moaned about potentially turning THIRTY before Edward would change her, I lost even more respect for that whiny baby. No she di'int.
As someone who is turning the big 2-8 in a matter of days I take great offense to her statement found here:
Perhaps this should be my big wake up call: the Twilight series is geared towards a target audience approximately 10 years younger than me, if not more. They think I'm old and believe that turning thirty is next to death.
I suppose when I was 17 I thought the same thing, but still. I'm a little sensitive to this whole 'aging' thing, Miss Bella. So lay off the overly dramatic tantrums about getting 'all old' already.
And seriously, why did 2/3 of the whole book have to be about Bella being completely depressive and lonely. Talk about Debbie Downer!
With that, I am off. I will reveal my mystery items when I return. Try to contain your excitement.
A week ago I was all, "OMG, I get to see St. Louis in full fledged Springtime! There will be flowers and green grass and sunshine! Yes, there will be evidence of life that Wisconsin is majorly lacking right now."
And then, this happened:
Whaaaa? RAIN? I did not order this forecast and I'm praying that the weather people are way off on this one. Why can't it just be sunshiny and glorious down there, strictly in my honor? Too much to ask?So I could whine and complain that it will rain not only on race day [hello, blisters!] but also on Saturday.
Or I could look at the bright side and thank the good Lord this run isn't taking place in Milwaukee. Sure, Saturday will be amazing here but please look at Sunday:
Um, lows in the UPPER 30s, plus rain?! I think I'll take rainy and warm over rainy and effing cold any day. Eat it, Milwaukee. I still like St. Louis weather better.On that note, I am packing tonight and I'm not sure I've devoted enough posts to the topic of packing. I hate it. It stresses me out. I would like to think with my Type-A qualities I am a fabulous packer but it seems like I always pack the wrong type of gear. I mean, it's organized and neat and all that junk....but my packing skills consistently lack proper estimation of what I'll actually NEED during a trip. Ugh. Just add this to the list of things I do not like [there are so many].
Speaking of packing, I would like you to guess what this is:
Hint: there are four items pictured here. 10 points goes to the reader who correctly guesses all four of these. I'm afraid this makes me a bit psycho....
And finally, I just finished New Moon and I have to admit.....it was not my favorite. In fact, it seemed to drag on forever and I just didn't have the desire to get through it as fast as Twilight. I might do a separate post about this major let down but let me just leave you with this: when Bella cried and moaned about potentially turning THIRTY before Edward would change her, I lost even more respect for that whiny baby. No she di'int.
As someone who is turning the big 2-8 in a matter of days I take great offense to her statement found here:
'But you said thirty,' I whispered. The tears leaked over the edge. 'What? You're going to stay, but let me get all old anyway?'
Perhaps this should be my big wake up call: the Twilight series is geared towards a target audience approximately 10 years younger than me, if not more. They think I'm old and believe that turning thirty is next to death.
I suppose when I was 17 I thought the same thing, but still. I'm a little sensitive to this whole 'aging' thing, Miss Bella. So lay off the overly dramatic tantrums about getting 'all old' already.
And seriously, why did 2/3 of the whole book have to be about Bella being completely depressive and lonely. Talk about Debbie Downer!
With that, I am off. I will reveal my mystery items when I return. Try to contain your excitement.
Man versus Vampire-in-makeup
The following post was written by my wannabe blogger husband, Nate. Do enjoy:)
So tonight I was blessed with the opportunity [semi-forced] to watch parts of the teenage hit movie Twilight...and all I can say is “really”?!? I don’t get it. Is this one of the mysteries about women that us men will never understand? What would make an otherwise sane, perfectly normal 27 year old girl obsess over a high school drama about sexy [yet creepy] vampires? Come to think of it, my wife also likes Britney Spears and Miley Cyrus, so I might be onto something here. Regardless, a movie centered around love and sexy vampires made for high school girls isn’t my idea of fun but I sucked it up anyway and pretended to care.
Julia threw in the DVD and cued it right up to her fave part, Edward’s intro. The suspense was building as I was imagining how amazingly gorgeous this guy must be - I mean J wants his poster in our bedroom?!? Creepy what? In my head I quickly thought about the epitome of male perfection, but all I could come up with was Jack Black in Nacho Libre...pretty hot! Julia went all ‘Ceasar Milan’ on my butt when I tried to mention this vision during the movie, silencing me with the patented ‘shusht’ and an abrupt hand gesture. You know the move I’m talking about, right?
The scene starts with the Bella sitting at a table with some other girls talking about the swim team stuffing their speedos (funny what I remember from the scene, right?). And in walk four really really good looking, Zoolander-esque, people. Then...wait for it...following the four supermodels...wait for it...in walks Senor Edwardo - blue faced, lipstick, and eyeliner - talk about HOTT! Did I miss a memo, when did Smurf-esque looks become sexy? And the lipstick and eyeliner? People, look how we’re inspiring our country’s teens. In 15 years the population of San Francisco’s Castro District is going to sky-rocket! I didn’t mention the hair, because as you’ve all seen, I’d be a hypocrite to slam the man for his beautiful hair...yup, I’m jealous of his ridiculous mop and yet, I still feel like more of a man since I don’t wear makeup. I’ll always have that one on him.
So what is it ladies, why does this freakishly, borderline queer-looking guy capture your lust? How many of your boyfriends/husbands go out with eyeliner and lipstick? In fact, how many of you would want them dressing like that...or running and jumping through a forest like a freaking monkey on crack?
Other random thoughts: why doesn’t Edward just turn Bella into a vampire so they can live happily ever after? Julia says it’s because Bella wouldn’t live with her parents anymore and that would be sad, but I’m sure Bella could swing a deal and live with humans a while longer. And seriously, the Cullens can't call themselves vegetarians if they eat animals. That's just dumb. Plus, when the rogue vampires appeared and wanted to eat Bella [they aren't vegetarians, obviously] the stare-down from Edward was actually painful to watch it was so bad. And finally, my favorite part has to be when Bella discovers Edward’s true identity through Google. Nice work on that one, producers. Google rules.
And that does it, my schedule (and the NCAA tourney!) has unfortunately prevented me from watching the entire movie but I’m sure I’ll hear all about the next book Julia just started. I can hardly stand the suspense.
I still don’t get the obsession, and you girls must admit the movie IS corny! But if it makes you happy, so be it...and enjoy lusting over your diamond-skin-covered, pale, and make-up donned vampires.
See, he just gave us the stamp of approval somehow. Let's go look up more Edward pics, shall we?
And with that I'm off to Chicago for Kristen's highly anticipated bachelorette party. My biggest worry is what on earth a homebody like me shall wear for not one but TWO nights out in a big city. Um, I guess yoga pants and cotton tee shirts won't do, now will they? To make matters worse it's not quite Spring [and the highs are only going to reach 40] but I refuse to wear one of my Mr. Rodgers cardigans out to clubs in Chicago. I'm not THAT pathetic, am I? It's time to get creative, my friends. I swear I used to be a social butterfly with multitudes of going out clothes and now look at me....an old married hag who considers it 'dressing up' if I wear jeans and a sweater to the grocery store, instead of my sweats. Sigh. My new numbingly cold city inspires me to be a homely, I suppose. I can always blame it on the weather:)
But seriously---I cannot freaking wait. It might get nasty. G-rated pictures to follow.
So tonight I was blessed with the opportunity [semi-forced] to watch parts of the teenage hit movie Twilight...and all I can say is “really”?!? I don’t get it. Is this one of the mysteries about women that us men will never understand? What would make an otherwise sane, perfectly normal 27 year old girl obsess over a high school drama about sexy [yet creepy] vampires? Come to think of it, my wife also likes Britney Spears and Miley Cyrus, so I might be onto something here. Regardless, a movie centered around love and sexy vampires made for high school girls isn’t my idea of fun but I sucked it up anyway and pretended to care.
Julia threw in the DVD and cued it right up to her fave part, Edward’s intro. The suspense was building as I was imagining how amazingly gorgeous this guy must be - I mean J wants his poster in our bedroom?!? Creepy what? In my head I quickly thought about the epitome of male perfection, but all I could come up with was Jack Black in Nacho Libre...pretty hot! Julia went all ‘Ceasar Milan’ on my butt when I tried to mention this vision during the movie, silencing me with the patented ‘shusht’ and an abrupt hand gesture. You know the move I’m talking about, right?
The scene starts with the Bella sitting at a table with some other girls talking about the swim team stuffing their speedos (funny what I remember from the scene, right?). And in walk four really really good looking, Zoolander-esque, people. Then...wait for it...following the four supermodels...wait for it...in walks Senor Edwardo - blue faced, lipstick, and eyeliner - talk about HOTT! Did I miss a memo, when did Smurf-esque looks become sexy? And the lipstick and eyeliner? People, look how we’re inspiring our country’s teens. In 15 years the population of San Francisco’s Castro District is going to sky-rocket! I didn’t mention the hair, because as you’ve all seen, I’d be a hypocrite to slam the man for his beautiful hair...yup, I’m jealous of his ridiculous mop and yet, I still feel like more of a man since I don’t wear makeup. I’ll always have that one on him.
So what is it ladies, why does this freakishly, borderline queer-looking guy capture your lust? How many of your boyfriends/husbands go out with eyeliner and lipstick? In fact, how many of you would want them dressing like that...or running and jumping through a forest like a freaking monkey on crack?
Other random thoughts: why doesn’t Edward just turn Bella into a vampire so they can live happily ever after? Julia says it’s because Bella wouldn’t live with her parents anymore and that would be sad, but I’m sure Bella could swing a deal and live with humans a while longer. And seriously, the Cullens can't call themselves vegetarians if they eat animals. That's just dumb. Plus, when the rogue vampires appeared and wanted to eat Bella [they aren't vegetarians, obviously] the stare-down from Edward was actually painful to watch it was so bad. And finally, my favorite part has to be when Bella discovers Edward’s true identity through Google. Nice work on that one, producers. Google rules.
And that does it, my schedule (and the NCAA tourney!) has unfortunately prevented me from watching the entire movie but I’m sure I’ll hear all about the next book Julia just started. I can hardly stand the suspense.
I still don’t get the obsession, and you girls must admit the movie IS corny! But if it makes you happy, so be it...and enjoy lusting over your diamond-skin-covered, pale, and make-up donned vampires.
See, he just gave us the stamp of approval somehow. Let's go look up more Edward pics, shall we?
And with that I'm off to Chicago for Kristen's highly anticipated bachelorette party. My biggest worry is what on earth a homebody like me shall wear for not one but TWO nights out in a big city. Um, I guess yoga pants and cotton tee shirts won't do, now will they? To make matters worse it's not quite Spring [and the highs are only going to reach 40] but I refuse to wear one of my Mr. Rodgers cardigans out to clubs in Chicago. I'm not THAT pathetic, am I? It's time to get creative, my friends. I swear I used to be a social butterfly with multitudes of going out clothes and now look at me....an old married hag who considers it 'dressing up' if I wear jeans and a sweater to the grocery store, instead of my sweats. Sigh. My new numbingly cold city inspires me to be a homely, I suppose. I can always blame it on the weather:)
But seriously---I cannot freaking wait. It might get nasty. G-rated pictures to follow.
dazzled
Okay, I just have to give my official Twilight review: both the movie and the book deserve your time. But I cannot lie, parts of both were so awful, so cheesy, so BAD that they cannot be ignored. I feel it is my duty to share both the positives and negatives to this epic film and novel. Yes, epic. And if you have not crossed over to the dark side yet you should really give into temptation and see what all the fuss is about. That's what got me--the curiosity about this odd plot and the resulting mania in all of female America.
Let's begin. I'll go get my notes I jotted down during the movie....
First of all: the makeup plastered onto Edward's face and lips was just horrendous. Was it really necessary to coat his skin with concrete-style white foundation? And the ruby red lipstick was just distracting to me. I mean, we get it--he's a vampire and all pale and stuff. But enough with the makeup, let the man's glory shine through! It seems like the producers really wanted us to understand that Edward is 'different' in the beginning of the movie, hence the obscene quantities of makeup. But then as the movie went a long, I noticed some of the plaster faded and we could actually see normal shades of flesh. This is the only picture that somewhat exhibits the makeup job gone wrong:
Next point: I'm pretty sure R.Patz [my new nickname for the loverboy] will not be receiving any Oscars for his acting capabilities. I know he is the proud owner of an English accent in real life, so why not let Edward use that insanely hot accent in the movie, too? I know it would be a little weird if Edward was British in the movie, but come on....the whole movie is a bit strange, isn't it? The fact that R.Patz had to twist his words into an 'American' accent made him sound a little bit derranged at times. It was like he had to speak at a slower pace just to formulate the words correctly and it was maddening for me. I just wanted him to speak effortlessly and if it wasn't too much, maybe he could just utter the words, "I love Julia in Wisconsin and plan to take her hostage very soon," just one time in the movie. What? Too much?
{from this site}
I truly preferred a normal eye size on him: not bug-eyed and not squinty. And mostly I lost my mind when he wore the sunglasses. Don't ask me why but they just got me:
A few more complaints then onto the good stuff: I was disappointed in the whole 'glittery skin in the sun' efffects because it was so much worse than I pictured while reading the book. I mean, it was basically like he had festering boils on his skin that were gurgling and pulsating under the sun. Gross! I pictured it more like tiny mirrors shimmering in the sunlight which--albeit very weird--would have been much better than the boils.
Speaking of special effects, Edward's speed running was a little laughable, wasn't it? I mean he was like the road runner on crack instead of a mysterious angel moving at lightning speed. His mammoth jumps between trees also made me giggle a bit. I'm not sure how it could have been more realistic, though, considering his special powers would always look crazy on the big screen. I guess in my head I could justify his 'skillz' during the book but when I saw it on the movie it was just silly. I guess that's what you get for ruining a good book with a movie.
But there were many, many fabulous parts of the movie, too. Parts that made me want to rewind it and just drool non-stop for a couple hours.
Number one: their kiss, duh. The one in Bella's bedroom was freaking awesome and it made me fuzzy-headed. Dazzled, if you will.
Then the one at the end, after Prom, was so perfect under the gorgeous lighted gazebo it made me want to shed a tear. And also, it made me think, "Now THAT would make for some good bokeh in a photograph!" Sure enough, look at this:
Sigh. Also, when Edward played the piano for Bella I fought off some serious womanly urges. Something about musicians always get me and I just loved that scene.
And I will say that when Edward entered the lunchroom for the first time I felt an actual palpitation in my heart-region. Great job there, producers!
Let's talk about Bella for a second, shall we? In the book I found her supremely annoying and one-minded. But in the movie I really liked Bella because Kristen Stewart seemed much more down-to-earth than I pictured Bella in the book. The movie Bella was charismatic and gorgeous and basically, what girl DOESN'T want to be Bella? Isn't that the point of her character? To make us all go crazy over how lucky she is to be with Senor Cullen?

{from GQ Magazine by Nathaniel Goldberg}
{from this site}
And with that, I am finished. Now don't get your hopes up but my husband might have posting privileges just this one time, because his take on Twilight is absolutely hilarious. I'm sure we could all use a male perspective on this topic, no? And some of his insightful thoughts about vampires, Edward, and the whole story are just too comical to keep to myself. I mentioned he should post his thoughts and his eyes sort of lit up.....and maybe they even gleamed a little amber color, I don't know. But stay tuned if you dare:)
Please feel free to disagree with any of my thoughts on this subject, or if you concur with some statements I'd love to hear that, too. I realize I'm about a year too late with this Edward-frenzy but better late than never, right?
Let's begin. I'll go get my notes I jotted down during the movie....
First of all: the makeup plastered onto Edward's face and lips was just horrendous. Was it really necessary to coat his skin with concrete-style white foundation? And the ruby red lipstick was just distracting to me. I mean, we get it--he's a vampire and all pale and stuff. But enough with the makeup, let the man's glory shine through! It seems like the producers really wanted us to understand that Edward is 'different' in the beginning of the movie, hence the obscene quantities of makeup. But then as the movie went a long, I noticed some of the plaster faded and we could actually see normal shades of flesh. This is the only picture that somewhat exhibits the makeup job gone wrong:
Next point: I'm pretty sure R.Patz [my new nickname for the loverboy] will not be receiving any Oscars for his acting capabilities. I know he is the proud owner of an English accent in real life, so why not let Edward use that insanely hot accent in the movie, too? I know it would be a little weird if Edward was British in the movie, but come on....the whole movie is a bit strange, isn't it? The fact that R.Patz had to twist his words into an 'American' accent made him sound a little bit derranged at times. It was like he had to speak at a slower pace just to formulate the words correctly and it was maddening for me. I just wanted him to speak effortlessly and if it wasn't too much, maybe he could just utter the words, "I love Julia in Wisconsin and plan to take her hostage very soon," just one time in the movie. What? Too much?
Moving on: I did not like Edward's two favorite facial expressions. The first being 'bug-eyed and crazy', like when he was driving away from the bad guys in the alley. Ew. Didn't like it. And the second is his ultimate fave: tilting his chin downward and looking up at Bella through his eyelashes. I know it was supposed to be all dreamy and sexy and stuff but for me it was just creepy. It made his eyes too squinty in my opinion. See, he's doing it a little bit here:
{from this site}
{from this site}And here, too. Don't even get me started on his 'topaz' contacts:
{from this site}A few more complaints then onto the good stuff: I was disappointed in the whole 'glittery skin in the sun' efffects because it was so much worse than I pictured while reading the book. I mean, it was basically like he had festering boils on his skin that were gurgling and pulsating under the sun. Gross! I pictured it more like tiny mirrors shimmering in the sunlight which--albeit very weird--would have been much better than the boils.
Speaking of special effects, Edward's speed running was a little laughable, wasn't it? I mean he was like the road runner on crack instead of a mysterious angel moving at lightning speed. His mammoth jumps between trees also made me giggle a bit. I'm not sure how it could have been more realistic, though, considering his special powers would always look crazy on the big screen. I guess in my head I could justify his 'skillz' during the book but when I saw it on the movie it was just silly. I guess that's what you get for ruining a good book with a movie.
But there were many, many fabulous parts of the movie, too. Parts that made me want to rewind it and just drool non-stop for a couple hours.
Number one: their kiss, duh. The one in Bella's bedroom was freaking awesome and it made me fuzzy-headed. Dazzled, if you will.
Then the one at the end, after Prom, was so perfect under the gorgeous lighted gazebo it made me want to shed a tear. And also, it made me think, "Now THAT would make for some good bokeh in a photograph!" Sure enough, look at this:
Sigh. Also, when Edward played the piano for Bella I fought off some serious womanly urges. Something about musicians always get me and I just loved that scene.
But not as much as I loved Edward in his baseball jersey. OMG. I'd play baseball with the Cullens anyday just to see him sprint around with eerie speed and his crooked grin on that pasty face.
{from this site}
{from this site}And I will say that when Edward entered the lunchroom for the first time I felt an actual palpitation in my heart-region. Great job there, producers!
Let's talk about Bella for a second, shall we? In the book I found her supremely annoying and one-minded. But in the movie I really liked Bella because Kristen Stewart seemed much more down-to-earth than I pictured Bella in the book. The movie Bella was charismatic and gorgeous and basically, what girl DOESN'T want to be Bella? Isn't that the point of her character? To make us all go crazy over how lucky she is to be with Senor Cullen?

{from GQ Magazine by Nathaniel Goldberg}Just so you know, if I WAS allowed a poster in our bedroom it would definitely be one of the above two shots. I can't even describe how much I love his big floofy hair. Don't you just want to touch it? It's so wild, and crazy, and vampire-y.
{from this site}So yeah, both the movie and the book started off a little ridiculous to me. Lots of unrealistic parts, a little over-dramatic, and definitely geared towards an age group 10-15 years younger than me. And yet by the end of the book and movie I was all amped up and ready to watch/read it again. Why does this story have such magical powers over us? Is it the whole 'being saved by a boy' theme....or the fact that Edward struggles with balancing his intense love for Bella with the desire to drink her blood? Vampires are so hawt. I think that must be it.
And with that, I am finished. Now don't get your hopes up but my husband might have posting privileges just this one time, because his take on Twilight is absolutely hilarious. I'm sure we could all use a male perspective on this topic, no? And some of his insightful thoughts about vampires, Edward, and the whole story are just too comical to keep to myself. I mentioned he should post his thoughts and his eyes sort of lit up.....and maybe they even gleamed a little amber color, I don't know. But stay tuned if you dare:)Please feel free to disagree with any of my thoughts on this subject, or if you concur with some statements I'd love to hear that, too. I realize I'm about a year too late with this Edward-frenzy but better late than never, right?
instant gratification
I'm totally an instant gratification kind of girl.
For instance, I never schedule hair cuts in advance because that ties me down too much-- I need to be free and without appointments looming over my ragged head. I'm a hippie like that.
And then, one day I'll look in the mirror and decide I HAVE TO get my hair cut or I will just die. I desperately make the call to the salon and plead for the very first opening.....and pray that they have a slot for me within 24 hours. Or else my head explodes.
I need to work on my patience, okay?
Well, tonight I finally purchased my new obsession:

The Canon 50 mm f/1.8 lens will be mine but it cannot come soon enough. I want it now. Or yesterday. But mostly for this three day weekend I have coming at me [don't worry, I work next Saturday so it's not like an actual vacation day or anything....can you imagine?]
You see, I seriously considered paying an extra $40 for 1 day shipping. FORTY FREAKING DOLLARS just for shipping? It was inner turmoil between my impatient soul and my inner tight wad. The tight wad won and I paid $0 in shipping as I wait for 3-5 business days. And now my right eye is twitching at the thought of waiting until the end of next week for my new baby.

Nate promises it will probably come earlier. He tells me to calm down and be patient. You think he'd know me better than that after nearly 7 years together, silly boy.
Speaking of boys: I'm about half way through Twilight and yes, it's rather good. I'd even label it as 'addicting' but I still find myself chuckling at the ridiculous descriptions of Edward's beauty. I get it....he's a hottie. But saying things like, "his liquid topaz eyes were penetrating," or "I couldn't imagine how an angel could be any more glorious. There was nothing about him that could be improved upon," makes me want to be a sarcastic old hag. Come on, Bella. Play a little hard to get and quit being so 'dazzled' all the time. I don't know, she just bugs me a little.
Ah, high school love stories. Why are you so entertaining?
For instance, I never schedule hair cuts in advance because that ties me down too much-- I need to be free and without appointments looming over my ragged head. I'm a hippie like that.
And then, one day I'll look in the mirror and decide I HAVE TO get my hair cut or I will just die. I desperately make the call to the salon and plead for the very first opening.....and pray that they have a slot for me within 24 hours. Or else my head explodes.
I need to work on my patience, okay?
Well, tonight I finally purchased my new obsession:

The Canon 50 mm f/1.8 lens will be mine but it cannot come soon enough. I want it now. Or yesterday. But mostly for this three day weekend I have coming at me [don't worry, I work next Saturday so it's not like an actual vacation day or anything....can you imagine?]
You see, I seriously considered paying an extra $40 for 1 day shipping. FORTY FREAKING DOLLARS just for shipping? It was inner turmoil between my impatient soul and my inner tight wad. The tight wad won and I paid $0 in shipping as I wait for 3-5 business days. And now my right eye is twitching at the thought of waiting until the end of next week for my new baby.

Nate promises it will probably come earlier. He tells me to calm down and be patient. You think he'd know me better than that after nearly 7 years together, silly boy.
Speaking of boys: I'm about half way through Twilight and yes, it's rather good. I'd even label it as 'addicting' but I still find myself chuckling at the ridiculous descriptions of Edward's beauty. I get it....he's a hottie. But saying things like, "his liquid topaz eyes were penetrating," or "I couldn't imagine how an angel could be any more glorious. There was nothing about him that could be improved upon," makes me want to be a sarcastic old hag. Come on, Bella. Play a little hard to get and quit being so 'dazzled' all the time. I don't know, she just bugs me a little.
Ah, high school love stories. Why are you so entertaining?
stuff, things
1. I bought some fun camera-related stuff and tried to emulate Dooce with the ever-popular 'stuff on a dog' shots.
Lens filter that soothes my anxiety about scratching the glass:

Nifty lens pen that will clean both the filter and lens glass with ease:


2. Henry has an appointment for a second opinion next Monday. We are hoping for the best.
3. As if our $200 bill wasn't enough from our current vet, we received a notice in the mail that went something like this: "Thank you so much for paying us $200 of your hard-earned money. But, whoops! We forgot to add another $24 to your tab for the 'fecal flotation test.' Please send the additional fee asap. Yours truly, Rip Off Vet."
To say that Nate was a bit steamed is an understatement. Definitely the last straw and you might have heard things like, "Henry, I promise not to make you see that whore-of-a-vet anymore," and, "I'll float a piece of my own poop for them and ask for another $24 just for fun." I find the whole thing quite entertaining at this point but my husband does not see the humor just yet.
4. We ate some mighty fine grub this weekend. For instance, Saturday morning breakfast:

Cranberry and chocolate chunk scone from a local bakery. Mmmmmmm.
And breakfast Sunday morning:


Homemade cinnamon rolls that put Cinnabon to shame. Seriously, though. Mmmmmm.
5. REI dividends make us a happy family. Because Nate insists we use our REI card for everything we have $300 of free credit to spend as we please. The only reason I agree to this credit card use is because we don't carry a balance month-to-month and I enjoy free stuff just as much as the next person.

It's a weird in-between season time right now, so I only managed to spend a little bit of my half of the dividend. But a new pimp sports bra and camelback water bottle are enough to satisfy me at the moment. And what's that I see?

A new pair of running shoes [not from REI] that are non-Asics?!?! I feel so disloyal and yet rather excited for a new brand. We got fitted at Fleet Feet and this is what they suggested after watching me run on a treadmill with different shoes. Pretty sweet, huh?
------------updated at 5 pm sunday-----------------
Since getting the shoes on Saturday I've pounded out a total of 14 miles with these babies and I think I'll keep them. Breaking in running shoes is always a pain but I think I likey.

And Nate's cool new canteen water bottle makes him happy, too. I just think it's fun to photograph.
6. We are officially running in the STL half marathon next month. I never knew it was one of the largest halves in the nation with nearly 10,000 runners. Can't wait!
7. After I threw myself a pity party due to my lacking closet, I decided to treat my wardrobe with a new jacket from H&M. I love it. Collar popped:

And collar flipped down:

This one didn't get a new jacket but is obviously quite jealous anyway:

8. Am I the last blogger on the planet to give in to this?

I've withheld all this time because I really don't see how a book about vampires can be so fantastic. I admit, part of me wonders if this series can live up to the hype. I have Andrea to thank for lending me the first two books and she promises they will be worth my time. Let the addiction begin...
9. While stopping into PetSmart the other day we observed numerous excited dogs dropping bombs on the floor. Look left: dog pooping. Look right: owner cleaning up a different poop. It is always mad chaos in there.
This must have sparked a memory for Nate because he said, "It's like that time I took Henry to the groomers. I look over to see him shaking from fear, wracked with anxiety about seeing many strangers. But then I look a little closer and see he is assuming the position, dropping monster turds all over the floor. I'm sure the groomer thought we neglected to take Henry out for a whole week, considering how massive the poop turned out to be."
Does anyone else find this visual amusing? :)
10. It's 35 degrees and pouring down rain today, just like yesterday. Why do the weekends have to bring such crappy weather when Thursday and Friday boasted temps in the upper 50s with actual sunshine? Ugh. The only positive I can find: at least it's not snowing. And actually, the rain is washing away most of the snow we had....not all of it, but most of it. Please, Spring, please show your face.
---------updated at 5pm Sunday-----------
Never mind. I spoke too soon. The rain has officially turned into big fatty flakes of snow. You win, Mother Nature. I'm waving my white flag.
Lens filter that soothes my anxiety about scratching the glass:
Nifty lens pen that will clean both the filter and lens glass with ease:
2. Henry has an appointment for a second opinion next Monday. We are hoping for the best.
3. As if our $200 bill wasn't enough from our current vet, we received a notice in the mail that went something like this: "Thank you so much for paying us $200 of your hard-earned money. But, whoops! We forgot to add another $24 to your tab for the 'fecal flotation test.' Please send the additional fee asap. Yours truly, Rip Off Vet."
To say that Nate was a bit steamed is an understatement. Definitely the last straw and you might have heard things like, "Henry, I promise not to make you see that whore-of-a-vet anymore," and, "I'll float a piece of my own poop for them and ask for another $24 just for fun." I find the whole thing quite entertaining at this point but my husband does not see the humor just yet.
4. We ate some mighty fine grub this weekend. For instance, Saturday morning breakfast:
Cranberry and chocolate chunk scone from a local bakery. Mmmmmmm.
And breakfast Sunday morning:
Homemade cinnamon rolls that put Cinnabon to shame. Seriously, though. Mmmmmm.
5. REI dividends make us a happy family. Because Nate insists we use our REI card for everything we have $300 of free credit to spend as we please. The only reason I agree to this credit card use is because we don't carry a balance month-to-month and I enjoy free stuff just as much as the next person.
It's a weird in-between season time right now, so I only managed to spend a little bit of my half of the dividend. But a new pimp sports bra and camelback water bottle are enough to satisfy me at the moment. And what's that I see?
A new pair of running shoes [not from REI] that are non-Asics?!?! I feel so disloyal and yet rather excited for a new brand. We got fitted at Fleet Feet and this is what they suggested after watching me run on a treadmill with different shoes. Pretty sweet, huh?
------------updated at 5 pm sunday-----------------
Since getting the shoes on Saturday I've pounded out a total of 14 miles with these babies and I think I'll keep them. Breaking in running shoes is always a pain but I think I likey.
And Nate's cool new canteen water bottle makes him happy, too. I just think it's fun to photograph.
6. We are officially running in the STL half marathon next month. I never knew it was one of the largest halves in the nation with nearly 10,000 runners. Can't wait!
7. After I threw myself a pity party due to my lacking closet, I decided to treat my wardrobe with a new jacket from H&M. I love it. Collar popped:
And collar flipped down:
This one didn't get a new jacket but is obviously quite jealous anyway:
8. Am I the last blogger on the planet to give in to this?
I've withheld all this time because I really don't see how a book about vampires can be so fantastic. I admit, part of me wonders if this series can live up to the hype. I have Andrea to thank for lending me the first two books and she promises they will be worth my time. Let the addiction begin...
9. While stopping into PetSmart the other day we observed numerous excited dogs dropping bombs on the floor. Look left: dog pooping. Look right: owner cleaning up a different poop. It is always mad chaos in there.
This must have sparked a memory for Nate because he said, "It's like that time I took Henry to the groomers. I look over to see him shaking from fear, wracked with anxiety about seeing many strangers. But then I look a little closer and see he is assuming the position, dropping monster turds all over the floor. I'm sure the groomer thought we neglected to take Henry out for a whole week, considering how massive the poop turned out to be."
Does anyone else find this visual amusing? :)
10. It's 35 degrees and pouring down rain today, just like yesterday. Why do the weekends have to bring such crappy weather when Thursday and Friday boasted temps in the upper 50s with actual sunshine? Ugh. The only positive I can find: at least it's not snowing. And actually, the rain is washing away most of the snow we had....not all of it, but most of it. Please, Spring, please show your face.
---------updated at 5pm Sunday-----------
Never mind. I spoke too soon. The rain has officially turned into big fatty flakes of snow. You win, Mother Nature. I'm waving my white flag.
Miscellany
It's been a while since I threw a miscellany post at you, but it's certainly time. Life has been hectic, hence the lack of posts. What happened to my weeks of 5 posts? I'm struggling with 2 per week these days. So sad.
1. I'm reading a new book for a book club I joined at work. It's called Water for Elephants by Sara Gruen and so far I love it. It was big back in 2006....did anyone read it already? Let's just say the main character is a 90 year old man living in a nursing home: enough said, I'm sold. I love old people and used to work in a nursing home so this book makes me smile and miss my old patients back in St. Louis. I'll let you know how it turns out but I'm already engrossed!

2. I've started to get excited about Christmas, instead of dreading the winter in general. One thing that makes me REALLY happy is designing and making our Christmas cards, so of course my mind is already running wild with ideas. Here is what I made last year, since it was the year of our wedding and I figured everyone wanted to see one more wedding picture:) :
I used various Christmas papers for the front, the same picture and the same text. Then on the inside I wrote personalized messages and used some fun Christmas rubber stamps. Sigh. I love this stuff so much.

Which style do you like the best?
I used various Christmas papers for the front, the same picture and the same text. Then on the inside I wrote personalized messages and used some fun Christmas rubber stamps. Sigh. I love this stuff so much. But now what? I don't have any recent 'nice' pictures of us from this year and I kind of want one of the whole family [duh, with Henry!]. I might have to contact a few of my photographer friends and inquire about prices for a little family session all in the name of Christmas cards. Is that overdone?
So here are some of my inspirations for this year from Tiny Prints. It's a great site with cute ideas....but I just can't bring myself to order our cards from a website. I have to do it by hand [at least for now, I'm sure someday I will laugh at myself for doing this early on in our marriage]. It's just something I thoroughly enjoy.
Flowers! Lots of them! In bright colors!

Still Christmas-y but not super traditional: just my style.
Which style do you like the best?Another item rolling around in my head has to do with gifts: what in the heck should I get our parents, brothers, and grandparents this year? Last year I was so proud of my homemade wedding albums [paper and glue, not the modern digital albums.....I was so out of the loop a year ago!]. It took forever but I cranked out three albums for both sets of parents, plus Memaw and Pepaw. They were a hit and inexpensive....my goal every year! But again, I can only make gifts from our wedding for the first year and then I become that creepy girl who can't get over her wedding....that was 1.5 years ago.
Non-creepy ideas are much welcomed.
3. Henry got his monthly haircut 2 weeks late. Whoops! But he is blindingly white this time, which just proves how dirty he was before the cut. Look how happy he is with his fresh groom:


The only worrisome part of the grooming encounter? The fact that he came home with this ultra feminine ribbon/flower thing on his collar:
Nate was obviously mortified that our male dog pranced around with this all day. Somehow I think Henry liked it, though, which is even more disturbing.

See? So white!

Perfect time for a photo-op: when you can see his eyes again.
The only worrisome part of the grooming encounter? The fact that he came home with this ultra feminine ribbon/flower thing on his collar:
Nate was obviously mortified that our male dog pranced around with this all day. Somehow I think Henry liked it, though, which is even more disturbing. 4. I'm running again but it seems that I'm suffering a potential injury these days. Ever since the marathon my right knee has been acting crazy every time I run. It's all: No you don't, you crazy biyatch. You ran way too much a few weeks ago and now I'm going to protest any more pounding on the pavement. And I'm all: Shut up and just run, I don't want to lose everything I worked so hard to achieve this year.
So yeah, we ran in a 15k on Saturday [9.3 miles] and overall I felt great....if it weren't for my pesky knee. I'm pretty sure it's just tendonitis or a severe strain and it will heal but it's still quite annoying. I'm just doing 3 or 4 milers during the week with some longer guys each weekend but apparently my knees don't appreciate the lesser mileage. I truly think my knees belong to a 70 year old sometimes. Or maybe that's just me edging towards the big 3-0 with every day that passes.
5. They called for snow this weekend. It didn't produce anything, which is good, because if it was already snowing in October I might fling myself from a window. No joke. I have to run with gloves and hats now, you guys. It's getting down to 31 degrees at nighttime. It's so sad.
6. I rarely talk about work, and I'm still going to refrain....except to say that I have my first P.T. student starting next month! This will be her first clinical and she is my first student so I'm extra excited. Basically, in P.T. you have to do your time as a 'free health care professional' like all other disciplines. You pay full tuition to your school to work full time as a student in various settings. You can go all over the USA if you wish, depending on the contracts your school holds. Your clinicals are where you really learn what you need to survive in the real world and without Clinical Instructors [or C.I.---your teachers in the clinic] nobody would become a P.T.
I volunteered to be a C.I. because I love to teach while watching students grow into practitioners. There's nothing quite like seeing a scared little student gain confidence and appreciation for their future career. I never thought of myself as a teacher but in this sense [not in the classroom, but in the workforce] I really enjoy it. I hope it all goes well and she likes me! I hope she's smart so I don't have to fail her [just kidding....sort of. That rarely happens. Please God, let her be smart].
7. In our efforts to be more domesticated, we spent $20 on Halloween candy this weekend. Ouch! You know how some people buy the kinds they personally hate so they aren't tempted to eat the candy themselves? Yeah, not us. We went all out with pimped out combo packs:
One has regular M&M's, peanut M&M's, Twix, and Snickers. Nate picked this one, it's decent.
The other bag has Hershey's milk chocolate bars, Hershey's special darks, Kit Kats, Reese's PB cups [drool!], and Rolos [double drool!!]. I picked this baby and it was well worth the money, don't you agree? If we don't get many trick-or-treaters guess who gets to gorge themselves on chocolate?!?
That's all for now. Apparently I had a lot of catching up to do!
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