Wednesday, January 27, 2010
Monday, January 25, 2010
Anywho, since I've decided that no theme that Babies 'R Us, Land of Nod, PB Kids and the rest of them are selling will do me any good for this nursery, I'm just gonna make it up as I go. All of the images below speak to me. They say "Copy Me Directly and Make it Easy on Yourself". But I can't do that. So I'll do the next best thing. Stare at them constantly and make decisions based on their inspiration. In my head, I'm calling my plans Modern Eclectic. Some new furniture mixed with some thrift store finds and of course a healthy dose of Etsy shopping sprees. And all images were pulled from the tours at Ohdeedoh.
New Kids on the Block Bon Jovi Beastie Boys posters. And that. Is okay.
Friday, January 22, 2010
Now, I read the book years ago when it was the popular thing to do. I remembered the gist of it but not the details and for once, decided not to re-read it and just enjoy the movie for what it was. I probably wouldn't have even gone to seen the movie since the book wasn't one where I came-to on a Sunday night and realized omghaventshoweredinthreedays. But then came the previews. Lots and lots of previews. I knew right away that my secret-husband Marky Mark (he only likes when I call him that) was Susie Salmon's dad. And I knew right away that I'll watch anything with Marky Mark. But it wasn't him who stole the show for me. It wasn't wide-eyed Susie Salmon or chain smoking grandma Susan Sarandon. It was the freaking imagery in this movie that did it. Dude, I don't even know if imagery is the right word since I never use it. But it was phenomenal.
Now I'd be remiss if I didn't mention one of the other highlights of the movie for me, which is the mall background you see throughout the movie. It's no regular mall. It's actually the MacDade Mall, the now-defunct mall of my youth. This was the first mall I was ever allowed to go to with my friends, it was where we did our Christmas shopping, got our haircuts ,bought our cassette singles and I hadn't been there since I was at least 12 years old. It went downhill a lonnnng time ago though. So obviously it was the perfect choice to transform for a movie set. They only had to go from tacky 80's decor to 70's tacky. Presto change-o. It was not only a good, entertaining, tear-inducing (friggin hormones) movie but it gave me a little piece of nostalgia. What more can you ask for from Hollywood?
It was fun seeing the stage where the Easter Bunny used to sit and where they would have the Little Mr MacDade contest though.
Now I'd be remiss if I didn't mention one of the other highlights of the movie for me, which is the mall background you see throughout the movie. It's no regular mall. It's actually the MacDade Mall, the now-defunct mall of my youth. This was the first mall I was ever allowed to go to with my friends, it was where we did our Christmas shopping, got our haircuts ,bought our cassette singles and I hadn't been there since I was at least 12 years old. It went downhill a lonnnng time ago though. So obviously it was the perfect choice to transform for a movie set. They only had to go from tacky 80's decor to 70's tacky. Presto change-o.
It was not only a good, entertaining, tear-inducing (friggin hormones) movie but it gave me a little piece of nostalgia. What more can you ask for from Hollywood?
Thursday, January 21, 2010
John will be so stylin' carrying this, doncha think?
Tuesday, January 19, 2010
Monday, January 18, 2010
Moving on...it's pretty sweet that my doctor is ultrasound happy. I was able to get another look inside that black hole of a uterus of mine. Honestly? I was shocked. It looked like an actual baby! When the books say the baby is the size of a kumquat, I totally expected to see another small blob. But nooooo! It looked real. And that both excited and nerved me. Holy shit, this is really happening.
The arrow on the right is the head and the one on the top left are the feets!
And now, we're all caught up so it will be back to my regularly scheduled up-to-date posts. Thanks for sitting through baby-fever.
Friday, January 15, 2010
This past week was also supposed to be the snowdate for Christoween. We got blizzarded out a few weeks ago and were all set to dress up and be merry with our friends until the host got sick. We were also going to let the rest of the kids know about the human growing inside of me. I'm still in shock that some of my best friends don't know about it yet. I can't keep this a secret for much longer.
Fast forward to Monday afternoon at work. Over a few emails with mah friends, I realize that even though we may see each other over the next couple weeks, I won't see everyone and we definitely won't all be in the same place at the same time. I need to tell them now. I need a plan. Enter evite.
I don't want to invite them to the birth of my child because that could get gross and I'm sure they're not into it. It might be like going to see a Gallagher show. So I requested that they just Save the Date for the birth of this kiddo in August, or The Welcoming of Wee Wellington. This ignited a little flurry of emails and I got to fill them in on all the details. It wasn't my preferred way of letting them know, I'd have rather done it in person, but I think it turned out cute and it got the point across. Done and done. Now the only people who don't know are my bosses and the rest of the peeps at my work. I need some time to figure out that one.
Thursday, January 14, 2010
Later on, we went to Aunt Kathy’s for the normal huge Christmas dinner. I knew I wanted to tell Nan but right up until I did it, I couldn’t decide on a way to tell her. Finally I decided to ask Josh to get a picture of me and Nan and have him to the whole “1…2...3” thing. So I got her in place, smiled and when Josh hit 3, I yelled “I’m pregnant!”.
Wednesday, January 13, 2010
You haven't made life all peaches and whip cream though. You've decided to unleash a little taste of every pregnancy symptom known to wo-man. The getting up in the middle of the night to pee thing is sure fun but it doesn't beat the weird dreams I've been having. As soon as those symptoms seemed to end, the slight nausea kicked in. But mix that with the fact that if I'm not feeling sick, I'm STARVING, it makes for a confusing tummy. But the one that started as soon as I found out I was pregnant and continues to this day is the exhaustion. I am tired ALL THE TIME. This does not bode well for someone like me, who in general, had a hard time sitting still, doing nothing. There is always something to be done and up until a few weeks ago, I was getting it done. Not anymore. I'm listening to you Blinky, I'm lying down when I feel tired and I'm not pushing myself too hard. I'm getting to bed about an hour earlier each night and just letting myself relax. I know I won't be able to do much of it once you get here next summer, so I'm getting my fill now.
Christmas is coming so I decided it would be the perfect time to spill the beans about you to the rest of the family. We'll tell your grandparents and Nan and the rest of your mom and dad's whole family when we see them on Christmas. I'm pretty excited because I know everyone else will be ecstatic to hear about you. They've been waiting for you for awhile. And they've made sure I've known they've been waiting.
We also let our BFFs Jeff and Kelly in on the secret. We planned to go out to dinner Sunday night so I came up with an idea to surprise them at the restaurant. I typed up a fake Cocktail menu that included a list of real martinis and about halfway down, I inserted the "Shannon's Knocked Up 'Tini: Part Shannon, Part John and a Little Bit 'o Baby on the Way". We then slid the fake menu right on top of the real one, knowing full well that Kelly would go right to the drink menu when she sat down. And she did. I can always count on my little dependable lush.
We watched her eyes go down the page quickly, then back up to the top, then a few seconds later, she starts reading "Shannon's Knocked Up" out loud and looks up at us. John and I are cracking up at this point and it took just one second for it to hit her. Then she let Jeff know that it was for real and there were smiles and tears and happiness and the best reactions I could have hoped for.
BUT, the best part of the past two weeks has been John. Before getting pregnant, every so often, I would ask him if he was ready. He would smile nervously and always give me a non-committal "I guess". Needless to say, this never thrilled me. As time ticked away and October rolled around, his answer was always the same. Then it happened. And now he's thrilled. He talks about the baby constantly, even offering to take me to Home Depot to look at paint colors for the nursery. He wants to talk names and how much Sweet n Low I should eat. I had hoped that as soon as it happened, his tune would change. And it did. He's so excited, which makes me even more excited.
Tuesday, January 12, 2010
My husband said I reminded him not of Snookie herself, but of the GUY who dressed up as Snookie. Awww man, talk about a low blow. I mean, I know it's not the best picture of me out there and I am sporting the "poof". But really? Snookie? The orange guidette with a four inch poof? Well all I can say, dear husband, is that you're the one that's married to me. How's it feel waking up to Snookie every morning? Boo. Ya.
Oh and for those of you living under a rock somewhere and haven't seen Jersey Shore on MTV, do yourself a favor. Catch up on it. It.is.delightful.
Monday, January 11, 2010
1 large chicken, cut into serving pieces
1 cup packed brown sugar
2/3 cup vinegar
1/4 cup Sprite or 7-Up soda
2-3 tablespoons minced garlic
2 tablespoons soy sauce
1 teaspoon pepper (regular black or cayenne)
1. Place chicken in crock pot. Or in skillet.
2. Mix all remaining ingredients and pour over chicken. Which may be in skillet.
3. Cook on low for 4-6 hours. Hmmm, 20-25 mins over medium heat?
4. Serve over rice or noodles. I went with rice.
5. You can thicken the juices after cooking with a little cornstarch. I recommend doing this.
Notes: Packing brown sugar into the measuring cup totally reminded me of building sand castles, ya know, with the good stuff...the damp, tightly packed sand. That is all.
Friday, January 8, 2010
This past week I found out I was pregnant. I had a feeling I was but two tests told me I was wrong. I had this crazy heightened sense of smell…and unfortunately it wasn’t around good-smelling scents. The Thanksgiving pumpkin pie smell didn’t intensify but apparently we needed to clean the toilet better because wow, it smelled disgusting. I was convinced that this new bloodhound nose of mine was a symptom. And that I was with child.
Well we soon let two people in on the secret, mostly because I needed medical advice. I had this crazy back pain all week as well as a nice little cold on top of it. But I soon realized I couldn’t just pop muscle relaxers or Nyquil anymore, I had to be more careful. My older brother, who happens to be a nurse, was at my house, so we decided to break the news to him by asking what cold medicines are okay for pregnant chicks…Unfortunately I never got an answer but that’s ok, it was a fun little moment.
Thursday, January 7, 2010
I am officially with child. 10 weeks to be exact. I know, I know, they say to wait 12 weeks to tell people. They can suck it. This girl procreated and is proud.