good + bad

Small weekend delights...

Cranberry juice.
San Pellegrino.
Movies.
Cold weather.
Sleepy dogs.
Lazy cats.
Valentine's Day cards.
Postage stamps.
Post office.

It wasn't all delight.  I still have this wretched cold with no signs of evacuating my system.  Please! Go! Away!

two honeymoons?

Erm, would love to visit this little gem of a place in St. Pete Beach...heart! [Postcard Inn.]

day off

As much as I've tried to deny it, I'm coming down with a cold.  I had one over Christmas, too, which really knocked me off my feet.  So, again?  Really?  Steve pinpoints the germ origin to his office, but working with the public never did yours truly a favor.  It's my weekend and I'm trucking it, pretending everything is coming up roses and scorching my throat with hot tea.  

Here is where I ask myself a most serious question:  why in the hell have I stopped reading (unrelated to my no-reading mandate on all things pregnancy)?  It's making me crazy, but I haven't picked up a book since last year.  I even have a couple on my shelf that I've started, committed to liking, and then, nothing.  One tiny little goal I have is to finish a book by the month's end.  Haha!

We made marriage announcements to send out and it's a good thing I can (sort of) take my time with them.  I'm a slacker when it comes to all things proper.  But I must have a little goal to complete by tomorrow:  these announcements must be sent out!  In related news, we don't yet have wedding bands and there's no fire under us to get those, either.  Dude!  We are the worst married couple, ever. 

...Though, we do have our sights on a honeymoon in late April.  North Carolina!  The mountains!  An A-frame cabin!  It's my dream come true.  

And here is where I go feed the kitties dinner, kvetch about my throat, and stuff my face.

at least i wasn't dreaming about work, or wait, was i?

I had a dream that I was a blogger.  I won't bore you with the dream details, but I do remember what I posted in my dream:

 

Just because one crazy astronaut drove halfway across the country in diapers doesn't mean another one won't. 

the fair

Crowds and roller coasters ≠ my thing, but I'm all for a good night at the fair, even if it makes me a little nervous.

why I don't read too much about "my condition", exhibit A

Because all new parents are this retarded:

Your newborn baby is born with some automatic (aw-tuh-mah-tik) reflexes (actions). 

oh boy <---- yeah, I really said that

I'm ever-so-happy to share some big life news.

It goes like this:

I was hurdling toward 30 last year and a month or so before my birthday in October, Steve and I had a very long talk on our front porch one evening.  We both decided it was time to start the family we had long wanted.  And you know.  It was that night, or one soon after:  boink!  We made a baby.  And he is due in June!  

We are thrilled beyond words to be parents.  I'm enjoying my pregnancy to the fullest; it has been easy to do since luckily, I admit, I dodged the nasty first trimester bullets.  Really, I am going with the motions.  I'm probably the most under-read pregnant woman you've ever met.  But if I was reading, reading, reading, I'd make myself cuckoo (just visit some of those forums, ugh).  So I'm going with instinct and surprisingly, it has done wonders for me.  

Our baby does have a name -- this too was easy.  We're continuing with family tradition and so he'll be Stephen George Surname III.  We are affectionately going to call him George.

George!  Georgie!  George!  You guys, I can't wait to meet him.

we did

It was a chilly day, our wedding day...but the sun was out (exhibit A).

resolutions, belated

I never came about with a list of resolutions for 2010.

 

I just have a few:  take a lot of pictures, blog more (both here and here) and READ.  I've been slacking in all three zones since 2010 started.

 

Not putting too much pressure on myself.

i think i've had it up to here again

I could give you a thousand examples like this - so you know what I'm up against every single day times forty-six:

"Ma'am, I'm over on computer #13, could I get your help?"

"Yes, how can I help you?"

"I want to email this webpage to my friend."

"Ok, we can copy the link in the address bar and stick it in an email, would that work?"

"Well, I keep trying that but nothing happens." 

We go through the motions of copying the link, which are difficult motions for this man.

Finally!

Link has been copied.

"Now," I say, "Let's log into your email account so we can paste this link into an email."

"Why?  I don't want him to know the webpage came from me."

Urgh.  What do you want from me?  MAGIC BUBBLES AND UNICORN PARTIES?

***

There's this older lady that comes to the library frequently because she's looking for a job online, but she doesn't know how to use a computer.  And why doesn't she know how to use a computer, I don't know, but she is very good at reminding you that she doesn't know how to use a computer and that basically, it's my fault that she doesn't know how because oh, I have brown eyes and straight hair and I drive a Toyota (all possible reasons).  Today, I tossed in the towel on being gracious about how she blames me for her computardation. 

"You must maximize this window to see the information you need."

"MAXIMIZE! MAXIMIZE! I DON'T KNOW WHAT THAT IS.  YOU FORGET I'M NOT VERY GOOD ON A COMPUTER.  NOW, I KEEP TYPING THIS INFORMATION IN AND IT DOESN'T TELL ME ANYTHING.  WHY IS THAT?"

"You forget I do not work for the website you are looking at."

new year, 2010

Mrs. Almost Never Daily

Slacking here...but I have my reasons.

One week ago today (Jan. 11), Steve and I got married!  We fled to the third floor of the Palm Beach County Courthouse, handed over our marriage license, stepped in a little room, held hands, said vows, kissed, and voilà!  We were pronounced husband and wife by an officiant who didn't "get" District 9 (what's not to get? We wanted to know but didn't ask).  We left in a giggly hurry to our car, slapped a JUST MARRIED poster on the window and then partied at Dunkin Donuts with coffee (and for me, the maple frosted donut).  And then we sat in our backyard for a stretch and gushed and gooed.  

And then, we each had to go to work.  

A honeymoon in April...

resolution: a montage

As 2009 began, one of my resolutions was to read two books a month. My grand total for the year: 33!

what i read in 2009

margaret's favorite books »

because you should know

I have something in common with Tori Spelling: neither of us has pierced ears, and we are both obsessed with earrings.  But it ends there.  Imagine!  She's too afraid to get her's pierced. My earlobes are asymmetrical; the outgoing one is out in front and the shy one hangs back a little.  (Sidebar:  And I have that odd recessive earlobe trait:  the lobes are connected to my face!  I repeat: the lobes are connected!  It's the only recessive trait I have, from what I remember from my high school Anatomy & Physiology class.  I was an odd duck in that class; I have no idea why I ever took it.  All my friends that I'm still in touch with from that class are nurses.  I swear.  Like, six girls - okay, three.  Me + the medical profession = permanent queasiness.  How do they do it?  I can hardly deal with my own blood and vomit on the rare occasion either makes an appearance.  Maybe it's for the fashion...they totally get to wear white Birkies to work, which I won't deny: I do like.)

There was something else I wanted to write about...it was one of those real deep thoughts.  Completely tabled at the moment.

drop in time

My vacation has been wonderful and I'm right smack in the middle of it...stretching it out as long as I possibly can...Best part of the break so far?  This little happy Christmas surprise from Steve: a Nikon D5000.  OOOHH lordy!  I wish I was more with it to share some of my pictures.  Not quite yet!