Monday, October 30, 2006

The Big 3-0

Today is Bubba's 30th Birthday! Go on over and say howdy and give him hell for officially being 'old!'

Happy 30th Bubba!

I love you bunches!

Thursday, October 26, 2006


I'm handing out candy at my friends' apartment on Halloween so they can take their daughter to the party in their building and trick-or-treating.

What should I be? I'm talking low-budget, pregnant-lady-friendly, most likely something I can find in my house and put together the night before.

Ready? Go!

Monday, October 23, 2006

It's That Time of Year Again

World Series, you say? Halloween? Fall Cleaning? Saturday's filled with nothing but football?

Yes to all of the above, but not the purpose of this post.

Today is my bi-annual hair-highlighting appointment! If you haven't noticed, I have super-short hair. I have to get it cut every 5-6 weeks or so. That is expensive enough by itself, so imagine adding a foil-highlight job to that price every time! No sir-ee, Bob, we are not that loaded at my house. In fact, Bubba is rather appalled at the price I pay just for the cut-up job (and frankly, all of you who read this would be appalled, too, but that's one of the problems with living in Manhattan and wanting a decent haircut) let alone the highlights he doesn't think I need. So, I compromise and get the foils every 6 months or so, about the time that all of the blond is cut off of my hair. Because there is a small part of me that really misses when I had naturally blond hair, about 10 years ago. Now, it's light-brown.....dishwater blond at best....and I just can't seem to get used to it!

I figure it this way (just like a female to justify useless spending, even if she IS a cheap engineer-type): I don't buy expensive clothes or shoes or purses, I don't go get my nails done every week, I don't have a gambling habit, I don't get a regular massage (although that would be fab, too!) so this is what I treat myself to. An hour in a salon being pampered. I was doing it long before I met Bubba, so he lets it go.

Besides, I've got to have SOMETHING else for people to comment on besides the Big, Bulging Belly.

Thursday, October 19, 2006

God Bless Maternity Pants

While my wardrobe is severly limited these days, due to the large bulge out in front, there are a few perks.

  • Elastic waist pants that just pull on without zipping or buttoning or anything. L-O-V-E them.
  • Borrowing, and wearing with no shame whatsoever, clothes from people you know and have seen them wear before. You will of course return the clothes when you are done with them, in perfect, pristine condition, and will do the same with clothes you purchased yourself by loaning them to other pregnant friends in the future. It's great!
  • Being able to get away with WAY more-casual clothes in my Business Casual office.
  • Wearing comfortable shoes. Thank God flats are stylish again these days.
  • Plunging necklines that show off your new, fabulous, voloputuous figure.
  • Did I mention elastic-waist pants?

Of course, I can barely bend to tie my shoes these days, but that's a minor detail. Who cares?! I can just pull on my dress-pants like they were leggings, and slip on some loafers, and I'm good to go!

Wednesday, October 18, 2006

Wright is GONE!!!

Congress signed the repeal of the Wright Amendment, and was signed into law by President Bush! It's about time! Yay! Dallas Love is Free!!! I'm ecstatic!!!

Out the Window

I hate our computer. It's broken. Again. I'm sick of it breaking every few months. This time seems to be a System Problem, not a virus. Can get on the internet, but can't access anything that requires a log-in. Like blogger. Can't send emails. Can't defragment. Can't update system because explorer craps out. This is bad. Very bad. I hate my computer.

Thursday, October 12, 2006

Human Punching Bag

The little Tater (I think we should call him that in honor of Ron White, small-town East Texas dude and king of Blue Collar Comedy, what do you think?) has found the use of his arms and legs. Which means I get a lot of reminders that he is there. Most of the time it is quite cool, especially if he’s rolled over and kicks straight out to the ‘front,’ in which my stomach makes a very strange lurch. Bubba finally felt it the other night, in a particularly aerobic period of activity after dinner. And it really doesn’t hurt, just kind of feels strange. Like my stomach is rolling over or I’m riding a roller-coaster and experiencing some serious G-forces. But there are the times, like yesterday, when it is downright painful. I was having terrible stomach indigestion and gas pains for most of the day, which is unpleasant in and of itself (ah, the joys of pregnancy….at least I’m regular….TMI, I know). He was obviously being awoken more frequently by the rather loud sounds coming from all around him, and he sure let me know about it. I’m considering it his first tantrum. But don’t worry, he was getting an earful from me in retort to the sharp jabs in my abdomen. So, Mama got the last word after all. Hmph.

I already have a very active little one. Maybe he’s got his Daddy’s thing with shaking his leg in his sleep, like he’s chasing rabbits. Because otherwise he sure seems to be awake a lot these days.

Anyway, so Tater? What do y’all think? I think it’s great. “It’s gonna be a good day, Tater.” I’ll explain the whole thing if you insist, but it’s from one of Ron White’s stand-up routines. Too funny.

Thursday, October 5, 2006

Season's Greetings

"Don't you love New York in the fall? It makes me wanna buy school supplies."

Can anyone name that movie? Please, for the love of God, SOMEONE has got to know this movie!

Fall is my favorite time of year. The crisp air, the need for a light-jacket in the morning but the warmness of the afternoon, the shortening days, the college football, the impending holiday season (which I think starts in October with Halloween....I mean, we basically start eating candy and goodies of some sort in October and don't stop until our resolutions kick into gear in January), the fresh apples, the pumpkins popping up everywhere, the reds, yellows, oranges, and browns of the trees. I just love it! Makes me want to drink coffee and take long walks in the gloaming after work.
"I would send you a bouquet of newly sharpened pencils if I knew your name and address."

Monday, October 2, 2006

Belly Pic

For your viewing pleasure, fresh from my prison break!

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To Sleep, Perchance To Dream

I can not keep my eyes open today. Happened yesterday and the day before, too. I don't know if I'm just not sleeping well at night these days or what, but for a person who has a hard time taking a nap because she just can't wind down that fast, I've set new records for myself for non-sick naps (when I'm sick, I fall asleep the minute I lay down).

Yesterday I fell asleep watching a football game I was actually interested in (Jets/Colts, Payton Manning is incredible), and didn't even realize I was asleep until Bubba whispered he was going to the store. Same thing on Saturday afternoon with college football. Just drifted off while lounging on the couch.

Today I'm having an extremely difficult time keeping my eyes open while working. I just want to close them for a minute, but I know that minute will end up being several, with a small red bump on my forehead to prove that I fell asleep and hit my head on my keyboard.

This is a new thing in the Pregnancy Game....I now need naps in the afternoon. In my first trimester, I needed more sleep at night, about 2-3 hours more per night, but I was ok during the day. Now, I'm awake at night, just needing a little cat nap during the work-day. Which is frowned upon in my office, unfortunately.

Most likely my sleepiness is because I wake up to roll over, due to the fact that I have pillows in key positions to help make me more comfortable and in order to roll over, I have to move the pillows, too. I'm not even getting up to pee (yet), just waking up to re-position myself, which is starting to be an aerobic activity because it's getting harder and harder (you'd be surprised how much you use your ab muscles to perform this activity). No wonder I'm sleepy! My sleep has turned into exercise.