Blech x 2.
2007-06-05 15:34:09
I’ve written and rewritten this post a dozen times now, but every time I write down how I really feel, I come off as a total whining bitch. And while that may be true, I sure as hell am not going to put that in writing.
So I will say these things, which I don’t think are so much bitchy as they are.. not bitchy:
I am getting cabin fever. Two weeks ago, we had The Coven dinner, which was the first time in forever (or at least since Cinco de Mayo) we had all been in the same room together. I feel like my days are at work and my nights are with Bryan. And that, quite frankly, is making me antsy.
There is not a day that goes by where I don’t stop and think, “We cannot afford to have a kid.“ This week in particular.
I wish people were as smart as I am. (Okay, that one was bitchy. But I mean it.)
I miss being in a theatre.
Sometimes, although you know it’s there, you just can’t see the light at the end of the tunnel. And someti
Blech.
2007-06-05 08:38:09
I’m just already having one of those days where I can’t say anything nice.
So until I can find something nice to say, feel free to scroll down to my Google Reader list and find something there to read. Head’s up: there’s an interesting article on jewelry made from runners’ toenails.
How Romantic.
2007-06-04 14:26:19
Me: Have those potato chips bothered your tummy at all?
Bryan: No, I don’t think so.. of course, I totally took a long poop after I had lunch. Why?
Me: Cause my tummy is all out of sorts. And I pooped, too.
Bryan: Mine was pretty bad.. it was a three-flusher.
Me: Mine was two.
Bryan: Next time, we should take the camera in there and snap shots to compare.
….
Bryan: Is this what true love is?
This Weekend.. Recap.
2007-06-04 09:06:16
Very interesting thing about pregnancy: it controls my dreams. And my mood. I will, very often, suddenly turn sour. Without any justification or cause, I will suddenly be out for blood. This even happens in my dreams. I can be in a very good mood when I drift off to sleep (Bryan does this by playing with my hair until I fall asleep), but then I will have HATEFUL dreams. HATEFUL, AWFUL, I WOULD BE SENTENCED FOR THESE THINGS dreams. Sometimes, they’re at least directed in a good direction. Other times, like last night, I will HATE Bryan in these dreams (again, for NO reason based in reality), and then wake up furious at him.
This morning, in fact, I woke up not only angry at Bryan, but in pain. Horrible stomach cramps. Which made me hate him even more. (And again.. he had nothing to do with it! And I know this! But it certainly didn’t lessen the hate.)
In other news: we went and saw Knocked Up this weekend. Everyone who is pregnant (we counted at
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Oh, This Made My Day!
2007-06-08 09:24:21
The louder (s)he talked of [her] honor,
the faster we counted our spoons.
- Ralph Waldo Emerson
A Weather Moment with Sarah
2007-06-08 09:08:40
I never thought I would be ecstatic to hear the word “rain” or even “chance of rain” in the forecast, especially the day after I finally washed my car, but those of you outside of the Valley don’t understand.. we are dying here.
Our typically green and lush landscapes are now yellowed, brown, and dying. There are few flowers, and what are blooming are significantly smaller than normally expected. (Except for my mother’s gardenia trees. And yes, they are huge.. like trees.)
The temperatures neared 100 degrees yesterday. 100 degrees. In the beginning of June. Isn’t that insane? With no rain for the past month, the heat is beginning to really sink in. Fire warnings are looming. Soon, we will have the water bans in effect as well.
I sent the boys out yesterday afternoon with water guns. They had a blast, as I watched from inside (I don’t do heat, especially while pregnant), and I remembered how incredibly refreshin
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Be THAT Guy!
2007-06-06 09:14:15
So, I should clarify.
My husband is NOT the bad guy. He is most definitely with the forces of good. But it is easy to look at him and think, “YOU!” when I feel like crap.
My husband is the guy who took me to Target to register and then did all of the registering for me, because I would rather go look at shower curtains. I almost had a melt down because it never dawned on me that women need things like “super absorbant breast pads”, and God, isn’t that like a maxi pad for your tit? But my husband just lasered two boxes in for me, as he would a child who said they didn’t want brocolli.
He is also the guy who, even after two weddings and a baby, still feels the need to pretend he is Super Agent Man anytime someone gives him a registering laser. You would THINK the need to be Bond, James Bond would’ve passed. You would be wrong.
He is the guy who rubbed my hair until I fell asleep last night, under the guise of this thing he
Next, I Will Own Huntsville.
2007-06-11 13:14:23
I’m a fan of money.
Who isn’t, really? But I mean, I REALLY like money. I enjoy spending it more than anything else. Sure, rolling around naked in it is a close second, but my favorite pasttime with money is (by far) spending it.
Which gets me in trouble, from time to time.
(Get ready for another Oprah reference. Sarah sure does sound like an avid watcher now, doesn’t she? She’s watched two shows in the last year, and commented on both of them.)
So I was watching Oprah on Friday, and she was discussing her Debt Diet plan for America. And I have to admit now that I was totally going to link that for you, but when I got over there, she had an entire section about what to eat when you’re pregnant. This woman is slowly winning me over. I will link later.
Anyway, so she has this plan for how Americans can get out of debt. And I’m all about watching money shows. They make me feel smarter and richer, even if I rarely do anythin
Give Me the Monster Anyday.
2007-06-11 09:07:19
I have repeatedly tried to avoid discussing this on an open forum, because it’s not exactly flattering to my husband, but he TOTALLY brought the gauntlet a few weeks back on his site.
See, about a month ago, we hit a new snag in our marriage: Bryan began snoring. And not just a little. Like, a LOT. Loudly.
In his defense, Bryan has NEVER made a peep while sleeping, other than when he has nightmare. And I remember one night, where he timidly shook me and whispered ever so sweetly, “Honey, you’re.. you’re snoring.“
But whatever the reason, now he routinely saws logs. It’s a given that most nights, I will change beds around 12 or 1. I will go crawl into our guest bed with the cats until the sun peaks through the crappy shades.
This is not such a huge thing NOW, because I’m just going to start exclusively sleeping in the other room (versus being jolted awake every night), but my concern is this week, when we go on vacation
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This Heat, The TV, and Other Random Shit.
2007-06-10 11:08:09
The boys are in the kitchen, playing Cadoo. I am still trying to wake up.
I hate this heat. It’s overwhelming and stifling and it makes for dog days of summer before we’ve even gotten to July. We don’t have a membership to a pool (although we may be remedying that shortly) and none of the family has a lakehouse of any sort, so we’ve resorted to board games and cartoons.
I HATE THAT WE CAN’T BE OUTSIDE.
The Boy and Bryan both love taking their new bikes out, but damn, when it’s already 85 by ten o’clock in the morning, you hate to think of climbing on to a black leather seat. I’m a huge fan of walking down to Five Points for no particular reason, but God, I can’t do this heat.
This week is going to be a bear for me. We’ve got a huge offsite on Wednesday, which means late hours and long days every day until Thursday. But then, Bryan and I head north for a few days away. I can’t wait.
(They have
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Random Thoughts, by Sarah Brown
2007-06-09 21:58:56
The mark of a really great perfume is when, hours after you’ve applied it, you take a few steps and go, “Man, something smells really good!“
And then you get to think, “OH HELLS NO, IT’S ME!!”
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First Update
2007-06-15 08:12:43
Greetings from Knoxville!!
Y’all, I cannot even begin to tell you how incredibly wonderful it has been ALREADY to be away from town. For instance.. we took a two hour nap yesterday! TWO HOURS.
And then.. and this is truly worth noting.. we stayed up past midnight. I can’t REMEMBER the last time we were both awake after midnight, but I’d easily put money on it being New Year’s Eve.
We went swimming last night at eleven o’clock. Why? Because we could! How awesome IS that?! Very damn awesome.
We ate dinner downtown, in a local brewery. I had some KILLER soft pretzels with beer cheese. I know, beer cheese sounds really gross. (Unless you are Sarah, then it sounds like a challenge.) It was actually VERY good. It was also the sunset concert in the park downtown, so we got to walk around with all of the summer students of UT. Good times were had by all.
Today, we’re heading to the HGTV studios and meeting one of Bryan&rsquo
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Five Reasons Why
2007-06-13 21:26:01
Since I worked 13 freakin’ hours today (ON MY FEET OH MY JESUS), I’m going to take the easy way out and do the meme Jonathan of Step-Family Talk tagged me to do:
Name five reasons you love blogging.
1) I will be the first to admit that I loved the exhibitionism aspect of blogging, first and foremost. I liked that I could put down my ideas, my thoughts, my feelings.. and you sick, lovely people will read it. Part of that still exists: for instance, I like knowing that I can say something like “I sure want some miso soup” and Kari will call me and know to ask, “So when are we going?“ So yes, I still write because you people read it. But now it’s more like.. instead of letting you read my porn, it’s a giant to-do list that you all help me with.
2) I work with engineers all day. If you don’t know any engineers, you’re really missing out. Everyone should know engineers. But working with them is a tad stressful.
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Take Two.
2007-06-12 18:03:22
What. a. day.
I just couldn’t leave up that bummer of a post as the first post when people read this site. So here’s something else instead!
Surreal: driving home and singing a little too loudly, when your best friend from high school pulls up next to you in a convertible BMW Z5.
And he’s producing a show here. A show he wrote. It’s awesome. I’m so incredibly proud of him. And you know that I’ll be there with bells on.
Of course, that makes for a play-packed weekend. We’re also trekking up the mountain to see A Midsummer Night’s Dream, which is one of my favorites from the Bard. I’ve heard amazing things about the cast, and that they’re all having a great time. We can’t wait to take dinner up there and have a family night.
And Secret Garden. Man, shows abound!!
My husband just walked in. He biked to work today. I’m so proud of him. And he didn’t die!! He’s just so
A Downer
2007-06-12 09:14:09
Remember how, occassionally, you have this fantastic opportunity to feel superior to Sarah? Oh, get ready: it is time yet again.
Ready?
Here it is: I hate getting fat.
Now, spare me the “you’re not fat, you’re pregnant” line. Because I KNOW that. I’m aware that there is a little parasitic miracle in my belly who requires a larger caloric intake than I like to handle. But that doesn’t make it any easier.
My breasts are HUGE. Of course, Ronda is laughing at me. And rightfully so. But right now, they are massive, and even on my body. I get a LOT of attention from guys whose eyes haven’t wandered down past my bustline. Waiters are especially attentive. And dear Lord, don’t make me jog or run. Or even drive over a bumpy road. It looks like a jello mold on a vibrator.
My ass? Oh, Lord, my ass. It’s huge. My sleep shorts which used to be sexy because they almost fell off me are now nearing toward the
The Biatch at Table 5
2007-06-18 12:57:22
The other day, one of my coworkers (who is also pregnant) said something to me that kinda just floated over my head until I repeated it later.
We were sitting at a table with a bunch of other people, and I made some comment about how excited we all will be to have this pregnancy stuff over with. “Now, now,” she said, “The difference is that I WANT my baby.”
Is it wrong that I want her baby to have a ginormous head and ONLY be delivered vaginally?
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He Wasn’t Wearing Loafers, Was He?
2007-06-18 09:10:32
I’ve often written about how I’ve had bizarre dreams since I’ve had the bun in the oven. Well, this weekend was no exception. I thought the more rested I got, the more the dreams would lessen. (Is that a well-written phrase? “the more they’d lessen”? Sounds bad to me.)
I had this waiting in my email inbox this morning, to try and decipher your dreams during your different trimesters. So take a moment and read through that.
Now I’m going to give you my most recent (remembered) dream.
I go to audition for a show, but the show has already been cast. Obviously, they can’t turn a talent like mine down, so they decide to rewrite this well-written show to give me a part. The more that we rehearse, the more potential they see in my miniscule storyline, so they keep rewriting. Except.. and here’s the kicker.. IT SUCKS. Everything they write is HORRIBLE. And the sets suck, the costumes are miserable, and what WAS a wel
Checking in with Real Life
2007-06-18 08:52:51
Nothing sucks worse than coming home from vacation and having to go back to real life. As in, I had forgotten how incredibly early I get up in the morning. WOW. I’m insane to get up that early.
So you’ll see a few new pictures, most of which were taken on our last day on vacation when I realized we hadn’t taken ANY. (We choose to live our vacations, instead of pausing for shutters.) So we threw a few in to look like we actually did some stuff worth remembering. For instance? I met Forrest Gump. Okay, not REALLY, but it was some impersonator who thought that he could easily leave me speechless. HA HA, I say to you! Even he admitted, as we were leaving, that he hadn’t met two people more ridiculous than he was. SCORE FOR THE BROWN-COMERS.
Remember how I’ve so often said that I’m a hippie-earth-child? So is my husband. We drove through the Great Smokies and both looked like we had smoked a big ole fattie. We just find nature
Today’s Adventure
2007-06-15 20:52:55
Today was the COOLEST day ever!
(Except for the day of my wedding, of course. Sort of.)
I mentioned earlier that we were going to be visiting the HGTV studio today. What I did not fully understand is that not only was it the HGTV studio, but also was the home of GAC, Food Network, DIY, and InStyle. OHMYGOD. It was the coolest place EVER. Of course, being a studio freak, I ate it up.
OH! And the guy giving us the tour? Totally a producer guy for.. ready?.. Nickelodeon’s Hey Dude. OHMYGOD, right?! He had pics from the taping, and I was barely containing myself.
We took him to lunch at some steak restaurant, where he just tickled me pink. He was just an all-around cool guy. Reminded me of my dad.
Then we went and met one of Bryan’s oldest customers. We toured her facility, chatted for a bit, then retreated for another two hour nap.
Tonight, I made poor Bryan drive an hour to an outlet center, in the hopes that I’d get some cheap
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Yes, We Really Love Each Other.
2007-06-21 12:00:12
Bryan: That guy is tall.
Me: What guy?
Bryan: The tall guy.
Me: Why you gotta be such an ass? I was just asking.
Bryan: Well, I figured you could seperate tall from short. After all, you KNOW short, don’t you?
Me: (lifting an eyebrow to indicate the gauntlet has been thrown) No, I don’t know short. I know SMALL. Tiny, if you will. (eyeing his crotch)
Bryan: How the hell would you know? It’s like throwing a shoe down a freakin’ hallway anyway!
Me: .. what kind of shoe?
Too Many Headaches
2007-06-21 09:14:21
The Boy almost made me cry last night.
He didn’t mean to, of course, but it was just too precious. When I walked in, I was exhausted. And while Wednesday nights are wonderful for Bryan (and rightfully so), I’m usually hitting the mid-week exhaustion AND I rarely get a nap those days.
As usual, the 7 year-old energy machine had no clue. He was INSANE. Bubbling over to be in a new house. (Summer is proving to be very boring in BioMom’s house. More on that later.)
The Boy and Bryan were playing some GameCube in his room (it’s just too damn hot to do much outside), so I plopped down on the couch. And as I could’ve predicted, soon had a 7 year-old in my ear. He tossed some box to me, with his face just exuding excitement. “We can grow snot!” he said.
So he had my attention.
He had brought over a box of “Nasty Science”, the kind of kit that all boys love because you can, indeed, grow snot and create fart gas an
Oops!
2007-06-20 15:37:30
For those of you who noticed and wondered, I apologize about my syndication feed today. I was playing around with options yesterday and inadvertently changed my settings. I would’ve noticed it earlier, but as it turns out, my Google Reader wasn’t running right, either. So it was just a bad day in the blog world.
But the Cajun lo Mein was good.
2007-06-20 13:46:07
Jonathan of Step-Family Talk tagged me to write seven unusual facts about myself. This is not difficult, because since I’ve known Bryan, I’ve had a multitude of odd things I do pointed out to me. The hard part is narrowing it down to seven.
When I drink water, I swallow INCREDIBLY loudly. It’s only when I’m drinking water. I can chug tea, gatorade, tequila.. and nothing. But give me some water, and it sounds like my epiglottal is broken.
I have a mole inside of my left eye. I eventually learned this is common in extremely fair-skinned people, but it really freaked my eye doctor out.. which, in turn, freaked me out.
I don’t like my food to touch. Therefore, Chinette divided plates are my favorite EVER. (This rule, however, does not apply to breakfast, where eggs and grits and bacon should most definitely do a dance in my mouth.)
I only eat one food at a time. I don’t know when this started or why, but I just can’t take mixe
16 Weeks
2007-06-20 09:02:38
I’ve kind of gotten away from these weekly updates, and if you’re absolutely lost without them, I apologize. (And please seek help.) I head to the doc tomorrow for a brief check-up, but the NEXT visit is the one I’m looking forward to: we’ll learn the gender sometime mid-July. I need SOMETHING to be motivate me at this point, and gender is as good as anything else.
We can also choose a name when we have a gender.
So, anyway, life at 16 weeks is a lot like life at 15 weeks, honestly. The exhaustion comes and goes, but what I’ve noticed more is the immediate fatigue. For instance, I run out of breath walking up stairs. Not tired, but out of breath. So, often, I’m walking around, gasping.
All of that gasping has to go SOMEWHERE, and that’s been the most fun development of 16 weeks. I poot. A lot. And it’s not even like one of those gastric blasts that you feel coming (because I am a master clencher when it comes to stif
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A Tuesday List
2007-06-19 12:28:14
A List of Bitchiness or Things I Don’t Have Time For, by Sarah Brown:
People who know nothing about what they’re babbling, so they keep babbling in the attempt to convince me that they’re as knowledgable as they hope they sound. I HATE this. Why is it so hard to say, “You know, I don’t know much about that, but I’m willing to learn”? Why you gotta waste my time proving that you’re merely a parrot? And not even a good one? For instance, if you wanna pronounce your expertise in, say, baking a cake, don’t merely cut and paste the Wiki How-To on baking a cake. All that proves is that you’re as smart as your local 13 year old with an internet connection.
People who don’t take responsibility when they get caught. Paris, you were driving recklessly. On a suspended license. You SHOULD, rightfully, be punished. Sadly, I see this most often in women. “I’m misunderstood” or “I was tr
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Trading Spaces with Sarah
2007-06-19 09:08:57
They say that nesting happens in the last trimester. That’s, I think, unless you have OCD. Then nesting happens ALL THE TIME.
For instance, I walked into my house a week ago and thought, “I hate the way this looks.“ That, and since we visited the studio, I’ve been WAY into HGTV and think that I can remodel anything. So I’ve been creating a new living space in my home.
(But we’re poor, so it’s really just about moving shit around.)
Last night, my wonderful husband completely rearranged our living area while I cleaned. And while it opened up the room like I wanted it to, neither one of us are really happy.
ENTER IKEA!
I’ve been an Ikea fan before I could afford the rugs there. (That’s a long time ago, in case you were wondering.) My first Ikea purchase was a flokati sheepskin rug which set me back a whopping $25. It turned out to be Mabel’s favorite bed EVER. Since then, I’ve lusted after the furnit
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What Best Friends Are For
2007-06-18 15:03:43
Ra: So, how’re you feeling?
Me: I hate this. HATE IT.
Ra: Have you had the ass-sweats yet?
Me: OHMYGOD, yes! It’s horrible!
Ra: Just wait. Soon, you’ll just want to carry a towel tucked up underneath your breasts to sop it up.
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They Say It’s Your Birthday!
2007-06-25 08:51:25
It’s Stephanie’s birthday today!! Everyone jaunt over to one of her sites (or all of them) and wish her a Happy Birthday
!!
Living Wilde
Elementary Chef
Household Tips
Happy Birthday, from the Coven!
In Memory
2007-06-24 16:16:16
After I learned that the body of Jessie Davis had been found (and that it was the father of her child who led police to the body), I had no words.
I thought that time would pass and I could finally articulate how devastating I felt that this news was. I’m still sitting here, reading everything I can google about it, and feeling like there is not justice enough for Jessie, her suriving son, or her unborn baby.
And yes, all of the conservatives want to say that she was seeing a still-married man who had a troubled past that almost resulted in his losing his badge. All of them want to say that it sounds like a dangerous home to begin with, wrought with stress and deception.
I don’t think any of those facts are relevant. At all.
All that I think matters is that a man robbed a very young boy of his mother, and robbed an unborn baby of their chance to live. Jesus, she was due in just TWO WEEKS. This man forever ruined several families. This man brought thousan
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Just Some Thoughts on Perverts
2007-06-23 14:49:57
Last night, as were trying to prove ourselves adults by staying up past The Boy’s new extended bedtime (WHO STAYS UP TILL TEN ON THE WEEKENDS WHEN THEY’RE SEVEN?!), we were evily enthralled in Dateline’s To Catch a Predator.
A) I don’t understand how men keep falling for this. It’s not a new concept, one that has generated enough buzz to be worthy of spoofs and MadTV and SNL, and yet men still continuously enter the home of some “decoy” actress who won’t actually look them in the eye. Do men REALLY have such a distorted view of reality that they think some upscale teen is eager to scrump with some guy missing eight teeth and no shirt?
B) I love how there’s always freshly baked cookies on the table at these stings. It’s interesting to see which men will munch on them while being interrogated on national television. One man, in particular (who I believe is not mentally competent), munched on five or so cookies.. and
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