Since I blog so regularly, I thought it would be a good idea to have my own domain. Check out stinkle.org. Maybe I’ll actually post something and you definitely don’t want to miss it!
Clean Mah House! April 29, 2009
I don’t think anyone actually likes cleaning their house. I definitely don’t, but I DO like the end result, even if it only lasts for a few hours once the kids and cats take over again. I decided to sell out and enter this giveaway from Alice for a free house cleaning, mostly because I need a freaking break.
The one cleaning product I use every week, if not every day, is Clorox wipes. Who doesn’t love those things? They are so easy and can clean up almost anything the kids/cats/husband throw at me. Maybe I’ll take them outside with a margarita and wipe down our patio furniture while Merry Maids clean my house… 🙂
Mother’s Day April 14, 2009
Mother’s Day is just around the corner. I decided to enter my mom in Victoria’s Secret’s Love You Mom! contest because she is absolutely the most selfless and giving person I know. She deserves everything they are giving away and more for what she’s given up and given to us over the years. I’d really appreciate it if you would vote for her and spread the word! Winners are essentially chosen by who has the most votes. You can also vote every 10 hours. The contest ends May 7th.
Thanks for your support!
(In case you missed it, go HERE to vote. :))
My Bloody Valentine February 15, 2009
Terry and I tried to go out for Valentine’s in college, waited 2.5 hours at Cagle’s, and vowed to never go out on V-Day again without a reservation. Since then, we usually just don’t go out, especially since having kids. We try to go out for a fancy dinner to celebrate my birthday and Valentine’s in the week between the two (Although that still hasn’t happened yet this year. It seems like this having kids thing changes a lot of things).
Terry has been bugging me to donate blood with him, because, you know, we’re good people and it saves lives and stuff. I had planned for us to go on Thursday afternoon, after picking him up from the car dealer and dropping off the bottles, but it turns out they are closed Thursdays and Fridays. That was a great day… So we decided to go on Saturday- Valentine’s Day. I know, it’s super romantic!!
I’ve never given blood before and Terry had only given once during college. I wasn’t exactly sure what to expect. I mostly wanted to go to see if I was still anemic post-pregnancy. (It turns out I’m not, so I have nothing to blame my constant exhaustion on other than our two crazy kids.) We packed up the kids and headed to our local blood bank. After Terry was done, he took the kids and it was my turn. This lady took me into a room and asked about 40 questions about my experiences with prostitutes, HIV, and homosexuality. I guess I passed the test, because they still let me give blood. (I was worried about it for a second there…)
I gave up my pint of blood and the nurse (are they nurses?) started rambling off instructions of what to do and what not to do for the next several hours/days: “Eat a well-balanced, hearty meal; No physical activity (I was soooo disappointed that I wouldn’t be able to work out); No caffeine or alcohol the rest of the day; Don’t take off the arm wrap for at least 4 hours.” Wait, What?!? Go back a second there. Did you say NO caffeine? If you know me, and I assume you do since you are reading this and strangers probably don’t care what I did on Valentine’s, you know that I LOVE and NEED Dr. Pepper. And I hadn’t had one yet that day because I was planning to have one with lunch. Oh well, surely I can go ONE DAY without one. I did make it a whopping 10 days while pregnant.
So we go home to eat lunch and put Nate down for his nap. I’m feeling weak, dizzy, headachey, you know, overall AWESOME. I took some advil and lay down for a nap. I woke up with an even worse headache and took some more advil. Terry convinced me to drink caffeine. He had already done it and hadn’t died yet, so I figured it would probably be ok. I finally started feeling better in time to help make dinner- delicious bacon-wrapped shrimp (even Nate liked them!) and homemade chicken fettucine alfredo. That’s what I call a hearty meal! It turns out you burn 650 calories donating a pint of blood so we could pretty much eat anything we wanted yesterday. This is especially great since we weren’t allowed any physical activity (again, I was completely bummed about the no-working-out thing) and are both trying to lose weight (some of us are trying harder than others).
In celebration of eat-whatever-we-want day, I mean, Valentine’s Day, Terry decided we should all go out for ice cream after dinner. After some arm-twisting, we went to Marble Slab. Nate was adorable taking alternating bites from each of our massive ice cream bowls (insert picture we should have taken to show you how cute he is ). This will definitely become a new Valentine’s tradition for us (going to get ice cream, not donating blood and feeling crappy), at least until the kids are older and we remember to get reservations more than a day in advance.
Foiled! February 12, 2009
We try to be good people. We donate money to good causes. We populate the world with baby geniuses. We recycle. At least we try to.
When we lived in Leander, the trash company picked up our recycling- cans, glass, plastic, you name it. When I set up our utilities in Cedar Park, the kind lady at the city informed me that the trash company won’t recycle glass. I was all, “Really?” And the lady was all “Really. We can’t find a place to take mass amounts of glass for us so we don’t accept it.” Odd, since we only moved like 10 minutes from our previous house and it seems like both cities should be able to work with the same magical glass recycling plant or whatever. Then she says, “I don’t tell most people about this, because they don’t seem to care, but there is a place you can take your glass right down the road.” Great!
So we dutifully started separately collecting our glass bottles. The bags filled up fast, since we also like to throw super-fun parties where glass bottles are often involved. After we’d lived at the new house a month or two, I packed up a few bags of bottles and Nate and headed to the recycling center. It takes me like 3 hours to find the place because in the middle of nowhere, down a dirt driveway, with the tiniest sign ever. It turns out it’s just a tall chain link fenced-in area with a bunch of barrels. Why are there a bunch of barrels you might ask? Because you have to sort your glass by color. You can’t just drop off your glass collection to a nice man that magically makes them disappear. So I get out of my car and take my bags of bottles over to the barrels and painfully sort them for 10 minutes or so. Mind you I am about 6 months pregnant and have a 15 month old in the car. And he’s crying because he thinks I am leaving him when I get the bags out of the trunk and walk away.
So it took me a few more months (like 4) before I decided it was time to take more bottles. By this time, I was VERY pregnant and was going to make Terry go with me for backup. Of course, we never went and the baby came. So we’ve now accumulated 8 or so trash bags full of bottles. I’ve tried to convince some of the people I know in Leander to let us slowly recycle our bottles on their trash days, but that didn’t really work out. We finally loaded the bags into Terry’s trunk (they barely fit since he has the tiniest trunk in the world. My car is so much better.) We figured if they were loaded up, we would be more inclined to deliver them. WRONG. The place is only open on certain days/hours- it’s in the middle of nowhere- and you have to sort your own bottles! Why wouldn’t they want to make it ridiculously difficult to recycle? A few weeks pass and he gets tired of hearing glass clang every time he turns, so he takes them out and puts them back in the garage. FAIL.
I had a little shindig for my birthday last weekend and one of my friends offered to take a bag to recycle in Leander for us. Tiny WIN. But, we still have at least 7 bags left. Terry put one of the bags in the trash yesterday, leaving us with 6. Tiny FAIL. He told me that he would put one bag a week in the trash until they were gone if I didn’t get rid of them. But, we are GOOD PEOPLE! We can’t throw them away! So today, Terry was taking off early to take his car to the shop (it’s leaking oil- see! my car is BETTER). I figured if I loaded the bottles into my trunk, we could stop by the recycling center together once we picked him up from the car place. So I did and we picked him up. And then I dropped him and Nate off at the house because Nate needed a nap (which he didn’t take, btw).
So, Evie and I headed on to the recycling center. There is a clusterpuff of construction in the area which makes it even harder to get to the impossible-to-find, sort-your-own-glass, only-open-random-hours recycling center. I turned around a thousand times and circled the dang place like a vulture before deciding it was just too difficult to get to without flirting with, I mean, talking to, the construction guys. As I pass by one last time on my way home, I notice the fence is closed. On a day when it’s supposed to be open. ODD. So I came back home, feeling defeated, and looked at the website only to find this:
THIS CENTER CLOSED
Starting Jan. 6, 2009
Due to lack of funding.
EPIC FAIL. It turns out I am not a good person because I will be throwing away all of those glass bottles. It should not be this difficult to save our planet!
The Big Burrito Debate November 13, 2008
I love Freebirds. I even started a Facebook group to petition them to build one in Lubbock while we were living there (they actually have 3 there now!). Over the past year or so, Terry decided that he favors Chipotle to Freebirds. It’s like I don’t even know him anymore… I tried it just to shut him up and was appalled. It was awful. Seriously?!?! You like that place? You like that place MORE than Freebirds? I almost made him sleep on the couch that night.
Since then, several of our friends have also jumped on the Chipotle bandwagon and go on and on about how great it is. I’ve attempted to de-friend them over it, but it hasn’t really worked out. So a tiny part of me recently decided that it can’t be that awful. Why would sooo many people go there and talk about how great it is? It either actually is good or this is the biggest, most useless and expensive practical joke ever played on me.
Today, Nate and I went downtown to eat lunch with Terry. We tried Shady Grove first (yummy), but there was a 25 minute wait and the pregnant lady and 17 month old were not waiting that long to eat. (In our defense, we had just driven 30 minutes to pick Terry up and were already hungry when we left the house…) So, I quietly offer that, maybe, possibly we could go to Chipotle so I could give it a second chance. Of course, Terry jumped at the opportunity, even though the 900 calorie burrito would break his diet for the day. I’ve decided to compare my burrito experiences for you…
- Tortilla- this one goes to Chipotle. I get the flour at Freebirds and it’s decent, but the Chipotle tortilla tastes more homemade and delicious-like.
- Chicken- Freebirds. I don’t like spicy stuff. At. All. The chicken at Chipotle was ok, but it was a little too spiced and I’m sure what all parts of the chicken I was actually eating. The goodness of the white meat chicken breast from Freebirds wins. Hands down.
- Rice- Also better at Freebirds. Chipotle rice has no flavor so they add cilantro to it. I don’t like cilantro. This one was an easy one.
- Cheese and sour cream- This one is a draw. Although, you do have a choice of cheeses (or queso!) at Freebirds. I am a lover of all cheese so I don’t really care as long as it’s on my burrito. And sour cream is pretty difficult to mess up unless it’s old and moldy. That would just be gross.
- Cookie- Freebirds wins again. Mostly because they actually sell chocolate chip cookies. And, because I have become particularly attached to chocolate chip cookies since becoming pregnant 9 months ago.
- Cups- Another draw. I prefer styrofoam cups and neither establishment is willing to kill the environment to make me happy. Negative points all around.
- Price- Chipotle. We spent about $5 less today than we would have at Freebirds, mostly because Nate’s meal was $2 cheaper (this is particularly awesome since Nate only eats about half of his quesadilla usually). Neither of us got drinks today, so that would add some to our normal tab, but it would still be slightly cheaper than Freebirds.
- Bathrooms- Draw again. Neither place had great bathrooms (trust me, I have a lot of experience with public restrooms, mostly because I have a baby playing the drums on my bladder 24/7).
- Locations- Chipotle. If I ever do decide that I like Chipotle, it’ll be great because they are EVERYWHERE. The closest Freebirds to our house is about 25 minutes away. Luckily, there is one less than 5 minutes from Terry’s work, so it’s not so bad when we go visit him for lunch.
- Chips- Freebirds. I threw this one in there just to make the list an even 10 items. I didn’t actually have any chips at Chipotle, but I’m pretty sure I wouldn’t like them as much as I like the chips at Freebirds. 🙂 (no, that’s not cheating.)
So there you have it, 4 for Freebirds, 3 for Chipotle, and 3 draws. Unless my math is wrong (and it quite possibly is because I have a fried prego brain right now), FREEBIRDS WINS! You should celebrate by eating it for dinner tonight. You know you want to.
I guess that about wraps it up (ah, burrito pun…). After today, I will say that Chipotle isn’t all that bad. I will no longer gag when Terry mentions that he ate there, but he will most likely not be eating there with me again anytime soon.
Yes, I am Alive November 7, 2008
I know. It’s been a while since we’ve talked. But, I have an excellent excuse! I like to call it pregnancy woe #435: Anemia. If I had posted anything in the past two months, I would have been so dull and unentertaining you might not want to be my friend anymore, so really I was doing you a favor. Now don’t get your hopes up too high about the awesomeness of this post, but here’s an update to all things Heath.
It turns out there’s an explanation for why I never got the 2nd trimester energy, nails that could grow forever and never break, and headaches (and why I suddenly had the overwhelming urge to chew ice ALL THE TIME- so sorry @terrbear). Sadly, I wasn’t diagnosed until about 6 weeks ago and the treatment takes 4-6 weeks to make you all warm and fuzzy inside again, so there went 3 months of my life… Let me just tell you that anemia sucks. But, luckily, what I was going through was treatable and not just another one of those pregnancy side effects that you have to suffer through in order to produce a beautiful child 10 months later (yes, 10, the 9 month thing is a LIE). More sadly, the treatment sucks because your body just doesn’t want to take 5-6 times the amount of iron it needs so you get wonderful side-effects from that until your body can adjust. BUT, a month or so later, you feel halfway back to your normal self.
I better enjoy being “myself” again, too, cause this baby’s coming SOON. We keep telling Nate about the new baby and then lament to ourselves about how it’s going to rock his world to have someone else get attention in this family. Then we realize, this baby is going to rock OUR world, too. TWO KIDS!?! Are you serious? I don’t know what we were thinking… But now, it’s happening, likely within the month (1 cm dilated yesterday!!). And I’m sure it will be fine. Or we will forget the beginning when it so was not fine at all because the rest is soooo much better than those first 2 months.
Nate’s growing by leaps and bounds everyday. I can’t believe how big he’s gotten. Ok, so his actual size is still pretty small thanks to our dwarf genes, but his mind is expanding like crazy. He runs everywhere now, which is awesome for a mom who is 36 weeks pregnant and can barely waddle to walk, let alone run after him and scoop up his 23 pounds to keep him safe. It’s also awesome because he can’t seem to keep his face without a bruise or scratch on it. About the time an injury heals, he face-plants into a door, or pulls the kitchen drawer out and bangs the corner into his forehead, and here we go again with some gigantic bruise or cut that makes it look like we neglect or abuse our son. He sure is a trooper, though. A few minutes of crying and he never mentions it again. He’s so energetic that it was very difficult to take his picture this time around. They were originally 12 month pics that turned into 16 month pics once moving and life got in the way of our oh-so-important picture schedule. You’ll notice not a lot of smiling and A LOT of drool in them. Luckily, he’s so cute and our photographer is so awesome that we still got tons of great images.
Terry and I took a “romantic” (read as we left Nate at home so we could take naps and go to a movie) trip to Lubbock to eat at all the awesome places we miss from college and go to a football game. I’ll post more details about our adventure later. Nate had his first real Halloween, which I will also post about later because there are just too many cute pictures to squeeze into an update post. You can cheat and see them on our flickr page, but I will force you to look at them again when I finally blog about it. We also had a super-fun Halloween party and you missed out if you didn’t come. More on that in the Halloween post… I sure am setting myself up to write a lot more posts before the baby comes. Hopefully, you’ll get lucky and I’ll have time to get them all done. 🙂
Terry’s decided he wants to be in better shape when baby #2 gets here (yes, we still don’t know what the sex is and we’re still not telling what the names are). He’s been dieting and working out like crazy and has lost something like 12 pounds in 3 weeks. I’m so proud of him! I, on the other hand, and am VERY close to passing that big, scary number on the scale. Once I do, the scale and I will no longer be friends and it may end up being hidden away until this baby comes out. Terry will just have to guess how his progress is coming until then.
So basically, I am still dying from this pregnancy, just in different ways that I was the last time we talked. My back hurts in 3 places every night (and some times during the day) so my OB suggested I see a chiropractor. Not sure if I’m going to try that out or not…. The baby has officially made my left lung/under rib area the resting place of its foot or hand or some appendage. That feels great. Heartburn has taken over my nights and Pepcid is my new best friend. My restless legs have turned into one leg that cramps in 3 places most nights. And my migraines have apparently returned after a very welcomed 2 month hiatus. All I can say is thank goodness for darvocet (and those doctors better be right that it won’t hurt this baby!).
I think that’s all the highlights and complaints I have about the last two months. But don’t worry, I’ll let you know if I think of anything else. And look for new posts in the next week or so (crosses fingers). I’ve really taken to this nesting thing and am running out of things I can do around the house since we don’t know the baby’s gender. I’ve been focusing my energy on things like helping my stepmom re-decorate (like huge overhaul) her house (sooo fun to spend other people’s money!) and, hopefully, blogging more before the baby comes. We all know I won’t be doing much of anything once this thing gets out of here (GET OUT, GET OUT SOON!).
Oh, and because I think this is the most hilarious thing from The Office in a long time:
“It squeaks when you bang it.”
“That’s what she said.”
And, because we beat #1 Texas last week (did you know?!?!?!), WRECK ‘EM!