A Letter of Concern-Pregnant Pitty Party

Photo by Kara Rush Photography

Recently a friend of mine posted this little gem as his status on facebook:

"I might be pregnant. Why else would I be craving Café Rio?"

Here is my response:

You gotta do what you love

Several months ago I recorded the movie Julie & Julia on my DVR.  I tried to watch it while it was recording, but LG was on a wild toddler-needing-attention-play-rampage, and The Rookie was also trying to get his sports fix before his shift, so I was out-voted and forced to wait to watch it until the next day.

...Which I did, in short increments, until LG finally went down for a nap.  I loved it, really loved it.  And as soon as it was finished, I watched it again. Right then. (I had to, before LG woke up, or who knows when, or if I would ever see it again.)

This is one of the luxuries of being married to a Firefighter, when he is at work, I can watch whatever I want as many times as I want.  But then I sleep alone.  (Not entirely alone, I do have my gun, and my can of mace, and my huge dog, and of course the police officer who lives next door, who can hear every noise through the thin walls in this place.  But without my husband anyway.) Don't forget the alternative though, that when he is home, it's all about Sports Center, Gas Monkey Garage, Gold Rush, and The Bachelor. (Wait, that isn't a Man's Show? Someone should probably tell him.) So...heartwarming thoughtful and/or artistic movies and television (and of course all the other crap TV I watch) are much more few and far between.

If This Is What Hell Feels Like, I Will Never Sin Again

I wrote this several months ago when it was ridiculously hot in California, and now feeling how cold it is outside, it makes me laugh to think about how hot it was when I wrote it.

It is the middle of August, the air conditioning in our apartment is broken, and the sun shines right into the windows all afternoon, just baking my whole apartment.  It is 93 degrees INSIDE my apartment right now.

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(Pretty sure this guy knows what I'm talking about.)  

My Season to Bake

At a time in my life when I was newly married, and my teenage brother was living with us, I was trying desperately to give him a stable home, though I felt incredibly inadequate to care for him.

One day I stopped by the home of a friend, and saw that she was baking cinnamon rolls, from scratch, in her vintage 1950's oven, using freshly ground wheat from her supply of food storage.

  

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I took one look at those freshly baked cinnamon rolls, and before I could stop the comment from escaping my lips, I said with a gasp, "I don't bake."  As if seeing the cinnamon rolls, caused me to realize my own inadequacy in that area, and thus think that I was somehow gypping my husband and brother from having fresh baked goodies in our home.

The Best Line Ever -Pregnancy

This Amazing Pregnancy One Liner Comes to us from ABC's Television Series, Modern Family

Jay: "You just woke up, how are you tired?"

Gloria: "Maybe because I’m turning food into a human!"

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A Letter of Concern-Dear Caltrans

Dear Caltrans,

The other day I was traveling down the freeway and noticed that my exit was closed without any warning.  There were no detour signs warning me to exit early. There were no notices that my "Exit would be closing on this date, from this time to this time", nothing.

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Normally this would not be such a big deal, however, my exit is the last exit on that particular freeway.

Do you know what that means?

That means that If my exit is closed, I am forced to transition onto a whole other freeway, and in order to get back on my route, I will have to drive several miles out of the way.

Normally even this would not be such a terrible inconvenience, or at least it would be one that I could live with.  However I am pregnant right now, and what if I needed to go to the bathroom?

Word Vomit, The First On Record

Merry Christmas Party People!

As your Christmas gift this year, I am starting a series entitled "Word Vomit"

Enjoy!

I don't know what it is, but I occasionally will blurt out the worst possible thing in a situation.  And when I say worst, I mean the worst.  It is as if my subconscious is trying to sabotage me and all of my human interactions, by forcing me to blurt out terrible, horrible comments to the embarrassment of all who are present, and to the shame of my family, and ancestors, and basically everyone who has ever known me.

I have been doing it all my life.  I just can't seem to stop.

The way my mother describes it, is that as a child I would try to be funny like my Dad was, but instead of actually sounding funny I sounded insulting.

You would think that I would have figured out by now how to be funny without being insulting, but alas, even at 30 years old, I still fail miserably.

... and often.

The Night Before Christmas

I am sitting here wrapping gifts. It is late on this Christmas Eve Night. My thoughts turn to the event that I am preparing to celebrate tomorrow. 

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The birth of Jesus Christ.

In this time of my life, this time of early motherhood, my thoughts turn to Mary. 

Giving

Anne Frank Said, “No one has ever become poor by giving”

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In-N-Out

The other day we were in the In-N-Out drive through grabbing some lunch in the middle of a long day of Christmas shopping. We ordered our food, and when we went to pay, they told us that the car in front of us had paid for our meal.

The Burdens of Marrying a Super Hot Guy

Original photo by Amelia Lyon Photography

This is a warning to all women who are considering marrying a Super Hot Guy. Or hoping to Marry a Super Hot Guy. It is not all fun and games I tell you. I just want you to be aware of what you are getting yourselves into. Not like it will stop you if a seriously hot guy asks you to marry him, but at least now you will know the burdens you will have to endure for the rest of eternity if you do. Trust me, I married one.

...Don't say I didn't warn you.

The Trend Lottery

For the past two and a half years or so, it seems like fashion trends have been working in my favor.

At first I just thought I was lucky when I was still newly pregnant with LG, (The Summer of 2010) when Boyfriend Jeans, and Grandpa Sweaters were trending, which made it really easy to hide my little baby bump until I was ready to share the news.

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The Best Line Ever-Juno

My all time favorite movie to watch while I am pregnant is Juno. Something about her sarcastic and adolescent approach to pregnancy is so refreshing to me.

There are also a string of completely amazing one liners throughout the film, which I enjoy using on The Rookie, and other victims of my sadistic sense of humor, while I am preggo.

But the all time best line ever, (in my opinion) is this one:

These Are My Recreational clothes

Can I just tell you how much I love that line...and that entire movie. I love it. This is the reason that I made it the title of my 'What I Wore' post.

And By the way...These are my recreational clothes:

Silence + Support

National Blogging Day of Remembrance

"Is that Chocolate or Poop?"

A couple years ago I saw something in a movie which bothered me greatly. A mother asking her child if the brown creamy substance all over him was chocolate or Poop. I was so grossed out by the question that I vowed to never be so scattered a mother, that I would ever need to ask one of my children this question.

There is a clip of the scene in the trailer below: 

Well my vow didn't even last through my first child. 

On Becoming a Trophy Wife

I remember meeting my husbands family and getting to know his sisters when we were first dating.  It was so intimidating to meet a family with so many amazing women.  It seemed like they were all tall, thin, dancers, with perfect style, and perfect hair, with two kids each. Their children were very well behaved, better behaved than I was. The women were all responsible, and fed their kids vegetables, and had nice homes, and they did everything with grace and smiles.

Photo by Amelia Lyon Photography