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Tuesday, May 31, 2005

Nothing Important

Last night I watched Miss Universe. I'm not a big fan of beauty pagents (seriously, I know it may seem like my thing, but they absolutely are not). Anyway, there wasn't anything else on, so Brian and I were watching. Brian's favorites were Mexico, Puerto Rico, Venezuela, and another country in the same area of the world that I can't remember. They all made it to the final five along with Miss Canada. He was sure one of his girls was going to win. He was so positive. Nope, I told him, Miss Canada has it in the bag. She beat them all in question/answer round. She won. Miss Canada is now Miss Universe. She's very pretty, and tan. I would think someone from Canada would be more pale, like Idahoans perhaps, but she was nicely colored. I'm jealous.

Yesterday I had on my bikini bottoms and a tank top. Riley walked into the kitchen and gasped. "Mommy," he said, "that is the smallest shirt I have ever seen you wear." Darby was standing near me and looked over, "no it's not Riley, the shirt isn't small, it's just that Mommy is too big for it." She reaches over and lifts the tank top a little, "see her belly."

I began a new book that I'm very excited about. I have been waiting forever to get this book. It sounds so interesting. It's called The Confessions Of Max Tivoli and it's about a man that ages backwards. So far it's been fabulous but what really caught my attention was the first line, "we are each the love of someone's life". I'm not sure what he means by that yet, I think I have to read the entire book to understand, but just the line by itself is fascinating to think about it. If only it were true.

I'm on edge right now. Usually I don't know why, but tonight I do and there's nothing I can do about so I'm sure I'll go to bed grumpy, not be able to sleep and wake up in a horrible mood. Some people might think that's my problem and I suppose it is.

Memorial Weekend

We're home. We had a nice time. It was so relaxing to do nothing. I feel sort of lazy. We came back yesterday afternoon and did a bunch of laundry and BBQ'd. Just the five of us. I took today off, also, to hang out with the kids. This is normally my week, however, their dad is throwing some kind of huge fit about not seeing them enough, blah, blah, blah. So he is going to have them this week and next week and I will most likely pick them up one evening next week to hang out. I suppose this can happen to parents who share custody. This feeling like you don't see your kids enough. Plus, he works weekends and I take advantage of that a little by asking for Saturdays that aren't mine. I'm sure it evens out in the end. Aw well. Anyway, I took today off so we're going to go see a movie. You have no idea how long it's been since I've been to a movie. I would tell you, but I'm not even sure.

Brian's entire family went up to the cabin this weekend. This is perfectly fine by me. I'm still a little uncomfortable around one sister-in-law, whom at the beginning didn't like me so much. She's over that, I'm pretty sure, but I still feel uncomfortable. It's my fault at this point I just don't know how to get passed it. I hate when people don't like me so I become a complete dunce around them. Every time I see her I try my best to be friendly, and then I feel fake. Ugh!! I hate that. It wasn't too much of an issue this weekend because she was pretty quiet around everyone.

The sister-in-law who does like me, for some reason didn't seem to like me this weekend. She was in a total mood. My God! I'm not even sure exactly how to describe it, but she has never acted that way toward me. Every chance she got she was making some off hand comment at me. One that was insulting, that you know is insulting, but if someone else heard they might not think anything of it. Do you know what I mean? She was horrible to Riley. I mean, don't get me wrong, Riley has his annoying quirks, but those weren't even the things annoying her. The things that were annoying her were the little boy things he does. For instance, we were all making S'mores, he finished his and went by the table and grabbed a square of chocolate to eat. Well, apparently, this is somehow the end of the world, because she jumped down his throat telling him after that piece he was to have no more chocolate. Luckily, Brian's dad saved him by jumping down her throat demanding to know why he can't have anymore chocolate. Anyway, there were several other incidents similar to this. It was weird. However, I plan on not holding a grudge, which I tend to do, because she has issues that I won't get into. I would never want to be her and you have no idea how happy I am to be me.

Next weekend, since Brian and I will be kid-free, we plan on going up there, just the two of us. Ahhh, how sweet. I can't wait. Brian's parent's will be up there, but we'll still have the cabin to ourselves. They decided to set up their trailer and now stay at the bottom of the hill. Brian hasn't figured out if they did that for our sanity or theirs. Probably theirs. The cabin gets pretty crowded with four adults and three kids.

That's all for now. We didn't see any wild animals, though we told campfire bear stories. This involves telling Darby, once again, that bears only eat little blonde girls. Those boys. You see why I need another little girl?

Thursday, May 26, 2005

Just An Update

Alright, it's time for a baby update. I had another doctor appointment today. It was short and sweet as will be this update. I have not gained as much weight as I had suspected I might, the heartbeat sounds good, and in five weeks I will be getting another ultra sound. In five weeks, I will find out the sex of the baby and I will be able to pick a name. I am so stinking excited. A girl at my work had her ultra sound today. She's having a girl. That has no significance to this post, but what the hell.

Well, that's really all I have. I will be spending the next three days in the mountains without internet access. However, before you think it's completely primitive, there is indoor plumbing and electricity. So, everyone have a great Memorial Day weekend. I'm sure you'll all be excited to read about our wonderful adventures in the wilderness. You never know. Something extraordinary could happen. We did see a deer last weekend.

Wednesday, May 25, 2005

What Day Is It?

I feel like I might be having bad karma. I have been having negative thoughts about people lately, no one close to me, but nonetheless, it’s not good to think badly of others. I just need to take a breath and relax. Ahh, much better.

I can’t wait for this weekend. This is what I hate about having an office job. You turn into one of those people that talk about Friday and Monday in terms of good and bad days rather than just normal days like non-office working folk. When I come into work on Friday and ride the elevator to my office everyone talks about how, “it’s a good thing it’s Friday, I don’t think I could take another day at work.” “What a relief, it’s Friday.” “Having a bad morning? It’s okay because it’s Friday.” Then the opposite discussion happens on Monday. “Oh no, it’s Monday again.” “What a drag, another Monday.” “I can’t believe it’s only Monday.” Of course, there’s also the middle of the week banter, “Is it Friday yet?” “I can’t believe it’s only Wednesday, when is Friday going to get here?” It’s all so sad.

However, this weekend should be super fun, and it’s a three day weekend (another reason for office people to get excited). We are just going to hang out in the mountains doing absolutely nothing and although we do nothing it’s always exhausting and I can’t wait. You have no idea how badly I need this break.

Speaking of taking a break, I am pretty sure I’m taking the week of July 11th off. It’s not set in stone, but I think it’s pretty certain as long as all goes well. A whole week of laying in the sun, going swimming and eating too much food. It will be fabulous. No phone calls from dumb carriers, no office irritations, no co-worker drama, just fun. Yippee!!!

Other news: the American Idol finale is tonight. I know everyone is sooo excited. I’m not too excited. I couldn’t care less who wins, because it won’t matter. They’ll both end up with some kind of deal I’m sure. My favorite is Bo. He is so cool, not hot or cute, but definitely cool. That’s all I have today. Happy Wednesday.

Tuesday, May 24, 2005

Pay Attention

According to a book I’m reading, pregnant women become flaky and forgetful and have trouble paying attention. I have begun to notice this at work. You don’t know how many times I have needed to copy something and I stand up to go to the copier, walk to the copier, arrive at the copier only to get there and not even know why I’m standing there. It probably has a lot to do with the fact that I have nothing in my hand to copy because I set it down on my way out of my office. Stupid!!! Wait, I did that before I was pregnant. When I told Brian of these pregnant woman characteristics he responded, “great, nothing will be different.” Rude, but correct.

I am already flaky and forgetful and unable to pay attention. These are horrible traits that I try and work on, but to no avail. Here is my favorite example. Brian called me at work one morning and we were talking about nothing in particular and he told me to listen to something he had read in one of his political science books. I told him to go ahead and read it. He’s reading…and reading…still reading. He stops in mid-sentence and says, “that’s it, I’m not finishing this.”

“What?” I respond. “Why not? I thought it was interesting.”

“No you didn’t, you aren’t even paying attention.”

“Yes, I am. I swear.”

“No you weren’t. You were whistling! I can hear you.”

Oops, I have a tendency to whistle when I’m bored. My bad.

However, while at work I have definitely learned it’s better to pay attention than make huge mistakes you regret. For instance, I always thoroughly check my work and make sure everything is right before sending out a condescending email to someone implying that they are idiots. There is nothing worse than sending an email to someone, believing you are completely right and they are completely wrong, and then realizing, after you hit send, that in fact, you are wrong. It’s quite embarrassing and has only happened once or twice.

Brian thinks that I inherited this from my father, which isn’t true because I was adopted. He thinks it’s one of those nurture v nature things, but I don’t agree. My dad is just stupid most of the time, which is not the same thing as being flaky. Being stupid is annoying, being a little bit flaky can be endearing.

When Brian and I went to Las Vegas last summer we took Brian’s mom’s cell phone to use in order to get in touch with my family who were also going out there for my sister’s wedding. When I gave my dad the phone number I told him repeatedly that this was not my number, we were just using it for this trip and he if he needed to get a hold of me for this trip, he could use it. However, my father doesn’t hear anything except this is my cell phone number. To this day he still calls the number and leaves messages on a voice mail that isn’t mine. I never return his calls. I am refusing to return his calls until he dials my home phone and leaves me a message on the answering machine stating that he has reached Brian and Jolynn. You don’t even know how frustrating it is. Plus, every single time he calls me he asks for my address and phone number. Every time!!!!

Alright, enough of that. I’m getting myself worked up. I do believe that this flakiness can be passed from parent to child, however, because Darby and Riley have the same idiosyncrasies. Darby more than Riley I think. Riley’s flakiness isn’t quite the same as mine. He doesn’t pay attention to how he dresses himself or how his hair looks or what he’s doing when it comes to homework. Those are the things I pay attention to. On the flip side though he can spend an hour setting up his little plastic army men into a huge war on the kitchen floor. So, who knows what’s wrong with him.

Darby, on the other hand, is very much like me in this department. I told a co-worker that every year Darby’s hair gets blonder and every year Darby gets blonder. The other morning Brian was talking to her, “Darby have you brushed your hair this morning?”

“No,” she replies.

“Well, if you want to brush your hair you should go brush it now. I mean, it looks okay, you can wait until we get home if you want, but the brush is out now if you want to use it. We’re going to pack everything up pretty soon and you won’t have a chance to use the brush before we leave.”

She looks up at him, sort of dazed, “what did you just say?”

“Oh Darby, never mind.”

I only bring this up because I have been spending the past hour and a half fixing something, that had I been paying attention to in the first place, wouldn’t have need to be fixed. Now, I have a huge mess on my hands that not only effects me, but about three other people. If only I had done it right the first time. Stupid!!!

Sunday, May 22, 2005

A Nice Weekend

We went to the cabin this weekend. Only overnight. We left Saturday afternoon and arrived back here around four. It was our first visit this year and Chloe's first visit ever. She was so funny. I don't think she's had so much excercise in her life. She laid down at the end of the night and when she had to get up again she was stiff as a board. She's probably going to be exhausted and lazy this entire week. However, we will be returning again Friday and staying through until Monday for Memorial Day weekend. Some people, like my moronic ex, think that Memorial Day starts on Monday, those people would be wrong. Memorial day actually begins the preceding Friday and ends on Monday, such as the divorce papers say. We obviously had a disagreement about that this afternoon when I dropped the kids off. It's silly, really, every time I have a good weekend, day, night, afternoon, and I drop the kids off to him, I always come home feeling miserable and cranky. He always has a way of ruining a good thing, hence the reason for the divorce.

Oh well, I'm home, I'm right, and next weekend we are spending a relaxing couple of days in the mountains and I am going to love every last leisurely minute of it, so there.

Alright, I see that everyone likes the name Brandon over Ashton, and since Ashton was the name I wanted we're going to start over. So, I'm going to ask you to vote yet again on two new names, if you would. I like Brandon okay, but I think it's a little blah. I really like the name Brendan, which adds a little something to Brandon, however, one of Riley's playmates that lives across the street is named Brendan and I think it would be weird to name our child that. So, now your choices are Ethan and Andrew. Brian and I are pretty evenly split on these names, as in we don't necessarily like one more than the other. And I'm obsessing about boy names because as much as I would love to have another little girl, I have a distinct feeling it's going to be a boy. Your help is very much appreciated.

Wednesday, May 18, 2005

On The Same Sappy Note

I'm not sure if it's because I'm hormonal or maybe I'm just insane, but I've been thinking about mine and Brian's past lately. Not the good past, the bad past. The past that I brush to the side when it surfaces and move on with life, because, well, that was in the past. Nothing in our past pertains to our future in anyway. Nothing from the past has any effect on our future (unless I make it a part of our future, which would be very bad). The present is what's going to effect our tomorrow, right?

Anyway, I have been thinking about our past off and on lately and it's been making me very upset. I don't say anything about it or bring it up, I keep it to myself because I know it's absolutely ridiculous to even be thinking about things from two and three years ago, but I have been. So, I get myself all worked up about things that happened so very long ago and I get mad at myself. I wonder why I didn't do things differently? Why didn't I act differently? Why did I let certain things go on as they did? And for the past couple of weeks this has made me a little unsettled. Not about our present, but about the past. (I know this is crazy, I'm hoping to make sense any moment now.)

So, I've been disturbed by these past events when one day, out of the blue, I remembered something. It's stupid really, as is this post, but it made me feel so much better about everything. I remebered that an ex-friend (who was a real bitch by the way) paid for a half hour reading with a tarot card reader for my birthday. One of the only things I remember from that reading, about three years ago, was that she told me I was in a relationship that didn't make sense at the moment and that things weren't going exactly how I wished they would go. But if I just accepted things as they were at the time and I just went with the flow, this relationship would turn into the best relationship I have ever had in my life. And now my crazy, hormonal world is better because I remembered the wise words of the tarot lady.

From Good To Sappy Sad

Today I was not as stressed. It's been a good day. I was able to meet Darby at a field trip she took this morning because it was right down the street from my work. She was so happy to see me. We had fun and she was very disappointed that I couldn't drive her back to school, which I'm sure isn't even an issue anymore.

The other day I let Chloe ride in the car with us, which was stupid because there are now little white hairs all over the place. It's horrible. I desperately need to vacuum, however I have not had the time. Anyway, there are, subsequently, dog hair all over my black coat and when I saw Darby this morning the first thing she said to me was, "aren't you embarrassed that everyone is going to see that dog hair all over your coat?" Well, Darby, I think I'll live through the shame. I should be okay. I think maybe she was embarrassed that there was dog hair all over my coat, which I spent the better part of the morning trying to get off with tape. My efforts, however, were for not because after I finished undoggifying my coat I got back into the dog hair infested car. I can't win.

Brian has been working at the Guard everyday since Saturday. I thought it wouldn't be such a big deal, but it turns it out it really sucks!! I knew I would hate him working. I hate it!! He has been working ten to twelve hour days and the next couple of nights he will be working into the am, which means I won't see him for two days. I might sleep next to him for a couple of hours, but that is it. I miss him. I know it sounds stupid, but nonetheless it's true. I have been thinking about him so much for the last couple of days. Not about anything particular, just about everything I guess. I just want to spend time with him, which I realize will be in a couple of days, but I don't know that I can last that long.

Today I had this intense yearning to just skip work and come home because he was here practically all day, but I couldn't. Instead, I stayed at work until 5:00, picked up all the kids, and was home by 6:30 to an empty house. Again. I miss seeing him the minute I get home and I miss eating dinner with him, and I miss watching prime time TV with him. The last few days have consisted of hardly any relaxing, together time and we've gone straight to bed Tonight will be worse consisting of zero together time and bed alone. I'm so sad. I want my pookie bear. :(

I don't know what's wrong with me. I must of a case of the sappy's.

An Update On My Neurosis

I am much better today. Much! That's all I have for now.

Tuesday, May 17, 2005

My Patience Is Wearing Thin

I am stressed. I need to schedule vacation for this summer. I wasn’t going to, but today in the car I realized I need to or I may go insane. Taking off a day here and a day there isn’t cutting it. I need a week of doing nothing with the kids. A week of not having to get them up at 6:15 am. A week of not having to pack their lunch. A week of not having to make them dinner in order to have their baths at 7:00 pm so they can get to bed at 8:00. I need a week of nothing but laying in the sun while they run through the sprinklers and walking the dog to the park. I need a week to go swimming and spend time in the mountains and BBQing hamburgers and hotdogs. A week where I wake up at 7:00 instead of 5:00.

This week is proving to take it’s toll on my nerves and I’m not liking this person I am right now. I am officially freaking out. Not, fleeing the country freaking out, but rather, I may pull out all of my hair freaking out. I need a break. I was going to save as much vacation time as I could for the end of the year, but I’m saying screw it. I get six weeks of maternity leave, which starts the week of Thanksgiving (as long as baby is on time) and will end New Year’s Day. That’s perfect. I couldn’t have asked for better timing. This summer I will take a full week off, for my sake as well as the sake of everyone that lives with me.

PS Not that I’m doing all of this on my own or anything, this week just seems to be especially busy for both Brian and I. Plus, we haven’t had sex in a record amount of days. Argh!

Sunday, May 15, 2005

Speaking of Nick and Jessica

At least Jessica. I was reminded of something when I read a comment on Cat's blog. Here it is.

I saw a trailer for the Dukes of Hazzard movie recently. I didn't really think I wanted to see it because I never watched the show, that I can remember. I know it was on at certain points in my childhood, but I never sat down and watched an episode. It bored me and I had much more important things to do at whatever age I happened to be when the show aired. Anyway, after I saw the commercial, I knew I wanted to see this movie. To be honest it's because of Jessica Simpson. Not because I think she's going to turn out to be some fabulous actress, but because she's hot. I know, it sounds perverse, but my God that girl is beautiful. It amazes me how pretty she and she is all natural. It's phenomonal really. I mean, I know what team I play for and there is isn't any confusion about that in anyway, I'm very fond of the opposite sex. However, if there were ever a girl that could get me to bat for the other side, it would be Jessica Simpson. I don't know why have such a big crush on her. Lucky for me the movie comes out the day after my birthday so it shouldn't be a problem getting Brian to take me.

Saturday, May 14, 2005

Vote, It's Your Duty (Not Really But Do It Anyway)

I added a poll to my side bar and I really think you should vote, regardless of whether you like either of the names. Just let me know which one is better. Brian and I are having a disagreement on the boy names and while I'm not positive it's a boy, there is a distinct possiblity it will be. I won't tell you who likes which name, but I think your vote could really matter. We may just go with the winner. The girl name is pretty certain. We know for certain it isn't going to be Savanna, which is what I really, really wanted, but Brian vetoed. Rude! Anyway, the girl name is settled and the boy name is up in the air.

PS It's a very simple poll. There isn't anything fancy about it so you can vote as many times as you like and I would never know who voted for which name. Of course, this also means Brian can cheat, but I'm just going to trust he won't.

Friday, May 13, 2005

I just realized today is Friday the 13th. Christ! This is not good. I have a dentist appointment today!

You Have My Permission

You have my permission, should I ever turn into one of those miserable creatures whom believes their job is their life, to put me out of my misery by any means you deem fit. I will probably deserve some kind of torture before death as I will be probably make people around me terribly unhappy. Something medieval, perhaps? Thank you and goodbye.

Wednesday, May 11, 2005

Just Silliness

Today I came home to find "Jolynn has a sweet ass" scrawled on Jordan's Magna Doodle, which was lying on the counter. I grinned and went upstairs to take a little cat nap. Brian left to go work out and when I came back down stairs it had a new message-"I WILL hump Jo Jo". He's so cute and weird.

Cleaning House and Other Hodgepodge

I added a link to my blogroll, Girl Punch. You should go there if you ever need a laugh because it is so funny. I also added links under a new heading Stuff. That is pretty boring but I feel I have been productive somehow.

I have been in a much better mood lately. The people I find unbearable haven't been as unbearable as of this week. Yeah for me!

I am always hungry. This can make me grouchy at times.

According to a book I've been reading, during the first 14 weeks of pregnancy you should only gain 3-4 lbs. I am 13 weeks and have already gone over my limit. :(

I have been watching the news for the past little while and remember why I stopped watching in the first place. There is a story about two little girls murdered in a park and polygamists living in Northern Idaho, both of which outrage me.

I have nothing to write so this is what you get.

Monday, May 09, 2005

Things To Come

“Tina, you fat lard. Come get some food.” A woman from my department received this t-shirt for Mother’s Day, with a picture of a llama printed on it. It’s so funny. If you haven’t seen Napoleon Dynamite you are seriously missing out. It’s so stinking hilarious!

A movie you shouldn’t see-First Daughter. Stupid and it’s basically the same movie as the one with Mandy Moore, Chasing Liberty I believe it’s called? The one with Mandy Moore was better.

Brian is going to be looking for full time work in approximately a month. There are several reasons I don’t look forward to him working. First, I rarely come home to an empty house. If Brian becomes gainfully employed who knows what kind of crazy hours he may work. I could be the first one home every night. What will I do? I am usually greeted by a very happy Chloe, and a very happy Brian, at least a content Brian.(He doesn’t practically wet himself when he sees me, like Chloe does. Thank God!) If he gets a job I will have to retrieve Chloe from the backyard every afternoon to receive my welcome home puppy loves. Hmph!

Second, while Brian isn’t what I would call a beck and call boy, when I need something done in the middle of the day and he isn’t at school I can call him and ask him to do whatever it is I need done. For instance, I might call him to go to the store. “Hey there, sweet pea. Do you think you could run to the store and get some creamer for tomorrow morning?” In which he usually responds, “well, no I’m not going to the store today.” I ask him why not. He might say something like, “because I was planning on doing my homework and maybe going to the rec center. Then Judge Judy comes on at 3:00 and I really don’t want to miss that.” I then whine, “but if you don’t get it I’ll have to go after work and then it will take me forever to get home and we won’t even eat dinner until after six. I could possibly starve by that time.” (Yes, I whine. Well, I don’t like the word whine. Let’s say I pout.) After my whining, I mean pouting, he usually concedes. “Alright, I’ll go to the store for you, but I’m not going to like it.” And all is well in the world.

Third, who knows what kind of vacation time he’ll get. Usually it’s not much when you first start. There won’t be any lazy days this summer. I won’t be able to get off work early and come home and lounge around with him and there won’t be anymore nooners, which have been pretty infrequent as it is. (Um, the nooners have been infrequent, not that night timers.)

Plus there’s the fact that he’ll be surrounded by new people which I am almost positive will include females, who will most likely hit on him because he’s so handsome and then I will have to be jealous like Lynette on Desperate Housewives. And she sounds irrational. I don’t want to be irrational and crazy and paranoid. But, I won’t. I mean it doesn’t matter that he could potentially work with pretty, skinny girls, while I sit here at my desk job gaining a pound a week for the next several weeks. I’m perfectly fine with that. I’m not a jealous person. Seriously, I’m not. Have I convinced you yet?

Regardless of the down sides of the getting a job situation, it will probably be okay. I mean, there’s the whole money issue, which should improve, which means more shopping, er, I mean more paying off debt in order to move into a bigger house. And he will probably get a job in Boise, where I work, so we’ll be able to have lunch together occasionally and possibly even drive to work together. That would be nice. All the stuff above is mostly about dealing with a big change. I always claim that change is good, so I should keep that in mind. Change is good. Brian getting a job will be good for us. (As long as it’s a job he likes and isn’t miserable everything should work out splendidly.)

Sunday, May 08, 2005

Happy Mother's Day

Why I'm the world's best Mom according to Darby:
She sleeps in her own bed. She reads Harry Potter to us. She gives us kisses and tucks us in bed. She stays up at night a little bit. She helps me water the plants.

Weirdo. I don't think she does well thinking under pressure. That's okay. I like her list.

Darby's b-day party/Mom's Day BBQ was a success, we had enough food without going overboard, the cake was delicious and we only have three pieces left over and everyone seemed to have a good time despite the fact we didn't provide alcohol. Brian's grandma did bring a bottle of wine, but other than that there were no adult beverages. We usually buy some beer for these occasions, but this year since I'm not drinking, no one is going to drink. Ha, ha, ha!

Darby received a ton of clothes. She is set this summer with four or five new outfits and two swim suits. She also received her vanity, which she loves. She didn't get very many toys, but she didn't ask for any toys, at all. She had to try on all her new clothes last night and is very happy with everything. Our fifties theme was pretty cool and very orginal. Almost everyone was commenting on it. Woo hoo for me.

I love planning the kids birthday parties. It's so much fun. Of course, they always seem to be pretty expensive, but we've learned what works and what doesn't, what we need and what we don't. The costs have gradually lessened with each party.

Next occasion to celebrate with a BBQ and lots of people--Father's Day. I can't wait.

Thursday, May 05, 2005

Junk Food Junkie

Today after my workout I had a bag of Cheetos and a chocolate chip cookie for a snack. The last month or so has been the same. I eat crap for my afternoon snacks! I need to start eating healthier. I may try bringing in apples and oranges, but I tire of those quickly and have been craving chocolate and sweets--ALOT. If you know of a delicious, yet healthy snack that might satisfy my junk food needs please let me know. I need help here. I can't think of anything to replace delicous, yummy chocolate, chocolate chip cookies. Mmmm!

Busy, Busy, Busy

I have been so busy at work this week. Argh!!! My inboxes are completely full. I hate that. I hate piles. But in a way, it keeps me sane. Knowing I have so much to do gives me relief. I know it's crazy, but what's even crazier would be to sit here doing nothing. That can drive a person batty.

Tuesday, May 03, 2005

Party Time

Geez! I was going through my blogroll today and yesterday and my regular reads have posted three or four posts since I last read them. And I thought I was so good at keeping current. Wrong!

I have finally started to get things together for Darby’s birthday. I have been putting it off, as is usual with me. Brian and I went shopping on Sunday and bought her a vanity for her room. When I found out I was pregnant and realized Darby was going to have to have a crib in her room, I thought we might postpone buying the vanity for a couple of years. I didn’t think she really paid any attention when I asked her if she might like one in her room instead of a TV. Apparently she was paying close attention. Riley was talking about how he and Jordan were going to have the TV in their room soon because it’s basically used to play video games, when it gets used at all. Darby responded by saying, “that’s fine. It really doesn’t matter because I am getting a desk for makeup for my birthday.” Um, okay. I guess we are getting her the vanity.

I have also finished the invitations. I’m going to send them out today, however we already made the invites in person or over the phone because the party is Saturday and it’s already Tuesday. I had Darby call my mom last night to tell her about the party. She was on the phone less than two minutes when she blurted out, “my mom is going to have a baby.” I hadn’t, at this point, told my mom I was pregnant because I’m not all that close to my mom. I rarely talk to her and not because I don’t like her or think she’s a bad mom or anything. It basically has to do with the fact that I’m antisocial when it comes to my family. I don’t know why. They drive me nuts. My mom is very, very nice, but our conversations are limited to pleasantries and small updates on the kids. We never have deep conversations about life or any of that nonsense that they show on commercials. You know the coffee commercials and tampon commercials that show the mother and daughter sitting around discussing personal details about themselves. We aren’t that way. Hence, I have not relayed the news of the pregnancy to her yet. I did plan on telling her this week, before the party, because several people who are attending the party already know. I guess I’m lucky to have Darby do it for me. It made things much easier. Regardless of my postponement in telling her she sounded very excited to be having another grandchild.

Back to Darby’s birthday. We decided we are going to do a fifties type theme where she’ll be wearing a poodle skirt and we’ll decorate the house in pink, white, black and gray. I’m hoping to have a cake made with a black poodle on top, like the one we included on her invitations. We will be serving root beer floats, which are a new favorite of Darby’s and we will be BBQing hamburgers, hotdogs, and chicken. We will also be incorporating Mother’s Day into the party. It will be fun. I love parties.