Argh. I have a stupid nut allergy. Not that it's all bad, but sometimes you really have to wonder why God made you with a built-in self-destruct button. Most of the time it's easily manageable, but every now and then, something slips through the guard, and I end up downing Benedryl at the counter of a CVS.
Today, it was pine nuts, and they were in my meatballs. And yeah, yeah, I need to keep my medicine on me at all times, yes, yes, I know. But why on earth would I have thought, "Meatballs? Do they have NUTS in them?" Well apparently, if I lived in Italy, I would know better.
The owner/chef/waiter was like, "WHY DIDN'T YOU-A TELLA ME THIS?? Of COURSE there are pine-a nuts in da meatballs! Dat's the Italian way o' makin' da meatballs! I coulda have told you!" I felt like a fourteen-year-old being dressed down by an uncle about my eating habits. However he scolded me, though, he was really nice about it, and made me a to-go box of spaghetti with meat sauce. "No nuts in da meat-a sauce," he said. And the brushetta was AMAZING. (Obviously no nuts there.)
So the hubby packs me into the car and we went racing off to Target, where I downed two Benedryl right there in the juice isle, after I had ripped open the box while jogging my way over from the pharmacy to find something to drink with the Benedryl. After that, I popped open an apple juice, crushed open two more capsules, and poured those both into my remaining apple juice -- all this while standing in the middle of one of the main through-isles at Target. I drained the rest of that bottle, while all the other customer stared at me, cracking open unpaid-for medications and juice bottles. (I open them and add them to liquids to get into my system faster.)
Once I had the starter medications in me, we headed over to the movie theater, because: 1) we had a babysitter and I wasn't about to waste it and 2) better to get my mind of what was going on rather than stressing out over how awful I felt. When we got to the theater, I cracked two more capsules and added them again to another apple juice, sipping it through the movie.
By the time we got home, I was still itchy and breaking out into hives, so I dosed myself with some steroids and one more Benedryl. So right now, my legs and butt look like a hormonal high-school freshman's face. (Before Proactive.) My face is blood red for some odd reason, and my belly, neck, head, arms, legs and butt all itch like CRAZY.
It's all starting to feel better, though. Finally. And the drowsiness from the Benedryl is starting to kick in, also meaning my adrenaline rush from the reaction is finally wearing off. Not that I'll be doing brain surgery anytime soon, but it's nice not to have my hands shake like a leaf during a hurricane.
This hasn't happened a lot lately, thankfully. But is has happened multiple multiple times over the years. Mostly the problem is in the desserts, but this is the first time I've ever had Death-By-Meatballs. Death By Chocolate? Sure. Death By Muffins? Pretty common. Death By Key Lime Pie? Death By Cheesecake? More often than you can imagine. Death by Italian? It amazes me how many people don't know that pesto has nuts in it. Even chefs don't realize it, because a lot of places use pre-made pesto and don't read the ingredient list. But the meatball trick was as surprising as finding pecans in a shaker of chocolate sprinkles. I never in a million years would have guessed that one.
Apparently my stomach is on-board with the whole-body rejection plan too, because a few minutes after I ate my deadly-but-delicious meatball, I threw it all up. Man, was that lovely the second time around. I threw up again after the movie, too. It was awesome.
This "date night" may have been mostly a bust, but at least the movie -- Underworld, Rise of the Lycans -- was good, and I didn't have to get an epinephrine shot. I hate those things. Getting one is like shotgunning fifteen double-espresso coffees within minutes. The thought of one of those self-injectors is pretty appalling, too, actually. But all in all, it wasn't a complete loss of an evening. Somehow. I didn't end up in the emergency room, and the hubby didn't tackle me for that emergency trachiotomy he's always wanted to perform. (Why do I let him carry around the pen AND the knife???)
Anyway, hopefully my hives will start disappearing in a few hours, and the itching will subside. Crossing my fingers!
Saturday, January 31, 2009
My Sister's "25 Random Whatevers"
*Editor's Note: I thought this was absolutely hysterical, so I thought I would post her list here. Enjoy!
1. The people at Papa Johns think I'm weird because I don't order pizza, just the pepperoncinis. I eat them by the truck loads until I'm sick. It's like eating ice cream for me.
2. I like when my cat licks my toes (not in a dirty way). It's exfoliating.
3. I like the smell of Windex.
4. My grandma Brown is 105 years old.
5. My momma is a twin.
6. I like to dust and dust and dust...and might be slightly obsessed with vacuuming. That's what happens when you have three kitties.
7. I have a $1300 cat who crawled down an air vent and got stuck for 8 hours. No he did not cost $1300 dollars. That is how much it cost to fix the damaged we had to do to get him out of the air duct. Dave saved Gerry Lopez and is my hero.
8. I am terrified of getting fired. I dream about it, hence I should probably stop playing on this addictive facebook! Oh and eating at my desk...it's a big no, no here.
9. I want to eat a square watermelon.
10. I love grilled pimento cheese sandwiches and tomato soup.
11. and mom's pot roast with rice and gravy.
12. My phone never works because I either break it or something just happens to it. My current phone landed in Vaseline and clogged the speaker...now I can't hear anything.
13. I wish baking on the beach was good for you. I just want to be tan!!! Skin cancer says pasty white is in. : (
14. I watch the Gilmore Girls every afternoon after work. Yes, I am a loser.
15. I am a big fan of Bromance and any of the Brett Michaels reality shows. Terrible, I know.
16. My friends don't let me borrow books because I never finish them or return them. Currently, I have been reading "Eat, Love and Pray", "Flowers in the Attic" and " Marly and Me" since last spring.
17. I don't check my voicemail ever and it annoys most everyone.
18. I wish I had studied harder when I took french. I don't remember anything except for Je suis American...and I am pretty sure that is incorrect.
19. I hope I don't die from a disease, drowning, or a fire, but peacefully in my sleep freaks me out too.
20. I want an automatic litter box cleaner for my birthday. Take note my friends.
21. I'd like a Westie, but unfortunately I have enough trouble feeding and exercising myself that I think it would be a bad idea.
22. Linus, my kitty will only drink out of the sink and he sleeps on my head.
24. I'd like to be a little more humble in 2009.
25. I love my family.
1. The people at Papa Johns think I'm weird because I don't order pizza, just the pepperoncinis. I eat them by the truck loads until I'm sick. It's like eating ice cream for me.
2. I like when my cat licks my toes (not in a dirty way). It's exfoliating.
3. I like the smell of Windex.
4. My grandma Brown is 105 years old.
5. My momma is a twin.
6. I like to dust and dust and dust...and might be slightly obsessed with vacuuming. That's what happens when you have three kitties.
7. I have a $1300 cat who crawled down an air vent and got stuck for 8 hours. No he did not cost $1300 dollars. That is how much it cost to fix the damaged we had to do to get him out of the air duct. Dave saved Gerry Lopez and is my hero.
8. I am terrified of getting fired. I dream about it, hence I should probably stop playing on this addictive facebook! Oh and eating at my desk...it's a big no, no here.
9. I want to eat a square watermelon.
10. I love grilled pimento cheese sandwiches and tomato soup.
11. and mom's pot roast with rice and gravy.
12. My phone never works because I either break it or something just happens to it. My current phone landed in Vaseline and clogged the speaker...now I can't hear anything.
13. I wish baking on the beach was good for you. I just want to be tan!!! Skin cancer says pasty white is in. : (
14. I watch the Gilmore Girls every afternoon after work. Yes, I am a loser.
15. I am a big fan of Bromance and any of the Brett Michaels reality shows. Terrible, I know.
16. My friends don't let me borrow books because I never finish them or return them. Currently, I have been reading "Eat, Love and Pray", "Flowers in the Attic" and " Marly and Me" since last spring.
17. I don't check my voicemail ever and it annoys most everyone.
18. I wish I had studied harder when I took french. I don't remember anything except for Je suis American...and I am pretty sure that is incorrect.
19. I hope I don't die from a disease, drowning, or a fire, but peacefully in my sleep freaks me out too.
20. I want an automatic litter box cleaner for my birthday. Take note my friends.
21. I'd like a Westie, but unfortunately I have enough trouble feeding and exercising myself that I think it would be a bad idea.
22. Linus, my kitty will only drink out of the sink and he sleeps on my head.
24. I'd like to be a little more humble in 2009.
25. I love my family.
Thursday, January 29, 2009
I Met A Girl And I Think She's The One!
Okay, so since my hubby got out of grad school, it's been much harder to meet new people. All of my good girlfriends live elsewhere now, too -- California, Kansas, Mississippi, Louisiana, Atlanta, etc -- so it's been really hard for my to indulge my girly side much. It also sort of loses its appeal without another girl to do it with.
But a few weeks ago, the hubby encouraged me to join a playgroup. I found the Stay At Home Mother's Meetup Group on Meetup.Com. I figured "What the hell?" and went to a playdate. I ran into this girl with a little boy a few months younger than Cutezilla, and we seemed to hit it off a little. We set up a mall walking date... and maybe it's because it's been awhile since I met someone I could hang out with, maybe it's because I don't meet a lot of people in general anymore, but whatever the reason, this date felt exactly like that. A DATE.
We chatted and walked from 11:45am until almost 6pm! I got home, and found myself really excited and elated, and really conflicted over when to call her next. Is this like real dating? Because I really didn't want to seem like a stalker already by immediately calling this chick, and saying, "Hey, do you want to spend tomorrow together too?" I ended up waiting a day or two, I think. She invited the family out to met hers at Barnes & Noble and have coffee. It went well (I thought), and I invited her and her husband to go to a dance at the dance studio where I take lessons. Surprisingly, they both seemed really excited about it.
I stressed out over what to wear for the dance too, and asked my babysitter, "Do I look okay? This doesn't make me look like I'm throwing myself at her, does it??" So yesterday she came over and her little boy played with Cutezilla while we had tea. (Not snooty, pinkie-finger tea; just plain old comfort tea.) Then after awhile, we went for another walk. While we're pushing the strollers up and down the street she says, "I told my husband I think the relationship has progressed to a new level, because I'm going over there and I'm not wearing makeup!"
So apparently, I haven't let out too much crazy yet. Thank God. We're supposed to meet up today to do something to relieve the boredom again today, and I am really excited! Cutezilla loves new people, and she seems to really like this girl, too.
Incidentally, when I came back from dance, I opened the back door, and Cutezilla heard it and came running. When she saw it was me (and not Daddy) she stopped short and ran crying back to the babysitter and threw herself at the babysitter! It's amazing what kids can do for your self-esteem. It's awesome. "My mommy's boring!!!"
But other than getting together with the new girl, my only objective is to take a shower. So wish me luck!
But a few weeks ago, the hubby encouraged me to join a playgroup. I found the Stay At Home Mother's Meetup Group on Meetup.Com. I figured "What the hell?" and went to a playdate. I ran into this girl with a little boy a few months younger than Cutezilla, and we seemed to hit it off a little. We set up a mall walking date... and maybe it's because it's been awhile since I met someone I could hang out with, maybe it's because I don't meet a lot of people in general anymore, but whatever the reason, this date felt exactly like that. A DATE.
We chatted and walked from 11:45am until almost 6pm! I got home, and found myself really excited and elated, and really conflicted over when to call her next. Is this like real dating? Because I really didn't want to seem like a stalker already by immediately calling this chick, and saying, "Hey, do you want to spend tomorrow together too?" I ended up waiting a day or two, I think. She invited the family out to met hers at Barnes & Noble and have coffee. It went well (I thought), and I invited her and her husband to go to a dance at the dance studio where I take lessons. Surprisingly, they both seemed really excited about it.
I stressed out over what to wear for the dance too, and asked my babysitter, "Do I look okay? This doesn't make me look like I'm throwing myself at her, does it??" So yesterday she came over and her little boy played with Cutezilla while we had tea. (Not snooty, pinkie-finger tea; just plain old comfort tea.) Then after awhile, we went for another walk. While we're pushing the strollers up and down the street she says, "I told my husband I think the relationship has progressed to a new level, because I'm going over there and I'm not wearing makeup!"
So apparently, I haven't let out too much crazy yet. Thank God. We're supposed to meet up today to do something to relieve the boredom again today, and I am really excited! Cutezilla loves new people, and she seems to really like this girl, too.
Incidentally, when I came back from dance, I opened the back door, and Cutezilla heard it and came running. When she saw it was me (and not Daddy) she stopped short and ran crying back to the babysitter and threw herself at the babysitter! It's amazing what kids can do for your self-esteem. It's awesome. "My mommy's boring!!!"
But other than getting together with the new girl, my only objective is to take a shower. So wish me luck!
Monday, January 26, 2009
Funny For The Day
(Here's the reply the teacher received the following day) Dear Mrs. Jones,
I wish to clarify that I am not now, nor have I ever been, an exotic dancer. I work at Home Depot, and I told my daughter how hectic it was last week before the blizzard hit. I told her we sold out every single shovel we had, and then I found one more in the back room, and that several people were fighting over who would get it. Her picture doesn't show me dancing around a pole. It's supposed to depict me selling the last snow shovel we had at Home Depot. From now on I will remember to check her homework more thoroughly before she turns it in.
Sincerely,
Mrs. Smith
I Needed A Change
The diamonds had to go!
I know, I know. "But this one has a bow!" I thought the diamonds were a little more anti-me, so I went for the lesser evil. Eventually I'd like to design these things myself. But that will take some reading and research, I think.
Tomorrow is Vacation Day, Take 2! The hubby will be out of town again, so I'll be single-parenting it for a night. It'd be better if I wasn't worried that she'll be teething and completely miserable. Those days are really long days. We had one yesterday, but hubby got the brunt of it, unfortunately for him.
I'm hoping this will make for a great excuse to get me to the gym a little more this week. Tonight, I could get in an extra Step Aerobics class, for example.
And Cutezilla is whining for me. Got to go!
I know, I know. "But this one has a bow!" I thought the diamonds were a little more anti-me, so I went for the lesser evil. Eventually I'd like to design these things myself. But that will take some reading and research, I think.
Tomorrow is Vacation Day, Take 2! The hubby will be out of town again, so I'll be single-parenting it for a night. It'd be better if I wasn't worried that she'll be teething and completely miserable. Those days are really long days. We had one yesterday, but hubby got the brunt of it, unfortunately for him.
I'm hoping this will make for a great excuse to get me to the gym a little more this week. Tonight, I could get in an extra Step Aerobics class, for example.
And Cutezilla is whining for me. Got to go!
Friday, January 23, 2009
I Got An Award?
The Friendship Award means: "These blogs are exceedingly charming. These kind bloggers aim to find and be friends. They are not interested in self-aggrandizement. Our hope is that when the ribbons of these prizes are cut, even more friendships are propagated. Please give more attention to these writers. Deliver this award to six bloggers who must choose six more and include this cleverly-written text into the body of their award."
Now... for my six?
How cool is this? A friend of mine, Harmony, gave it to me, and I have to say, I'm pretty flattered.
Now... for my six?
Torie at http://chrisandtorie.blogspot.com/
vmpyrdavid at thirtysomething
Megan at magnificentmegan.com
... and I don't have 3 more people who keep up with their blogs.
:sad:
My Vacation!
I mean, Ava's First Day of Parent's Day Out!
I enrolled Ava in an Mother's Day Out (MDO) program at a local church here, and it starts at 9am, and goes until 2pm. I am thrilled! Ava? I'm pretty sure she had a good time, although she cried a bit when I dropped her off. I was a little surprised, though. She's not usually clingy. But it was nice, honestly. The last few days, she's been really excited to see me when I pick her up from the nursery at the Y, which has been nice, too. She bounces along as she runs, and her little curls bounce too. It's adorable.
But I was so excited about my day off, I went home and... did dishes? Actually, I took a long glorious, uninterrupted shower, got dressed, ate some lunch, dozed a little... and then did dishes. I tried to clean the bathroom a little too. The house is still a wreck. It seems like it takes us a whole weekend to get it straight and then 15 minutes with Cutezilla running around to demolish it.
:sigh:
I made it to Zumba this morning, which was my second real aerobic workout all week. My efforts on Monday were thwarted by an appetizer at Chili's. Okay, I ordered the Crispy Chicken Tacos, too. That was my own fault... but still! I did really well on Monday, aside from that tiny little detail. And I did really well today. Zumba, weightlifting, the elliptical, and more dance. I think I ate okay too, for a change.
But we'll see. I was looking in the mirror at dance, and I know I'm wearing some extra layers because it's been cold... but still, I shouldn't look 4 months pregnant. :meh: That's been kind of depressing. But I'm going to try and stick with the workout and be good about the food, and pray something happens here in the next two months or so.
I did some equating yesterday, and if all the weigh I'm carrying is fat (it's not 100% but it's not a low number either), then I am carrying the equivalent of forty sticks of butter. Did you get that? FORTY. Do me a favor, so you really understand. Go to the store. Pick up a 4-pack of butter. Now pick up one more. And now two more. Now try to imagine, while standing there juggling four packages of butter in your hands, 16 more of those, and that's what I'm carrying around.
And yes, some of it has shaped up, and for that I'm immensely thankful... but I'm still 20 pounds more than before I got pregnant. What the hell is it? Where did it come from and WHY IS IT STICKING AROUND??? Like I said, if I gain muscle, I'll weigh more that before I got pregnant, and I'm okay with that. But, if my extra weight was all muscle? I would look insanely AMAZING. I'd be so ripped, you'd be able to see my toe muscles individually.
So please wish me luck in the next few months. It really bothers me, and honestly I need to go shopping for clothes, but whenever I try on things, I just see how badly I look, and everything looks terrible on me. I desperately need to clean out my closet too, but I don't want to do it until I can go shopping and not feel miserable.
On the upside, we have a babysitter for tomorrow, and I'm going to scrapbook tomorrow. I've got my box all packed, organized, and ready to go. I also finished invitations for a friend's baby shower, and I think they look pretty cute. I did a few crafty things to send along with the invites for the shower too, so I'm pretty excited about that. I managed another blog entry, and went dancing tonight... all good stuff.
We're going skiing in a few weeks, which will be awesome! I haven't been in years, and it will be so fantastic to have snow and be able to get out and have some fun in it. I'm also finally feeling some better, and my cold -- while still not gone -- is a lot better. So, lots of good things going on. I just need to think about the good things, not persist on the bad, and keep trying to do what I can.
I enrolled Ava in an Mother's Day Out (MDO) program at a local church here, and it starts at 9am, and goes until 2pm. I am thrilled! Ava? I'm pretty sure she had a good time, although she cried a bit when I dropped her off. I was a little surprised, though. She's not usually clingy. But it was nice, honestly. The last few days, she's been really excited to see me when I pick her up from the nursery at the Y, which has been nice, too. She bounces along as she runs, and her little curls bounce too. It's adorable.
But I was so excited about my day off, I went home and... did dishes? Actually, I took a long glorious, uninterrupted shower, got dressed, ate some lunch, dozed a little... and then did dishes. I tried to clean the bathroom a little too. The house is still a wreck. It seems like it takes us a whole weekend to get it straight and then 15 minutes with Cutezilla running around to demolish it.
:sigh:
I made it to Zumba this morning, which was my second real aerobic workout all week. My efforts on Monday were thwarted by an appetizer at Chili's. Okay, I ordered the Crispy Chicken Tacos, too. That was my own fault... but still! I did really well on Monday, aside from that tiny little detail. And I did really well today. Zumba, weightlifting, the elliptical, and more dance. I think I ate okay too, for a change.
But we'll see. I was looking in the mirror at dance, and I know I'm wearing some extra layers because it's been cold... but still, I shouldn't look 4 months pregnant. :meh: That's been kind of depressing. But I'm going to try and stick with the workout and be good about the food, and pray something happens here in the next two months or so.
I did some equating yesterday, and if all the weigh I'm carrying is fat (it's not 100% but it's not a low number either), then I am carrying the equivalent of forty sticks of butter. Did you get that? FORTY. Do me a favor, so you really understand. Go to the store. Pick up a 4-pack of butter. Now pick up one more. And now two more. Now try to imagine, while standing there juggling four packages of butter in your hands, 16 more of those, and that's what I'm carrying around.
And yes, some of it has shaped up, and for that I'm immensely thankful... but I'm still 20 pounds more than before I got pregnant. What the hell is it? Where did it come from and WHY IS IT STICKING AROUND??? Like I said, if I gain muscle, I'll weigh more that before I got pregnant, and I'm okay with that. But, if my extra weight was all muscle? I would look insanely AMAZING. I'd be so ripped, you'd be able to see my toe muscles individually.
So please wish me luck in the next few months. It really bothers me, and honestly I need to go shopping for clothes, but whenever I try on things, I just see how badly I look, and everything looks terrible on me. I desperately need to clean out my closet too, but I don't want to do it until I can go shopping and not feel miserable.
On the upside, we have a babysitter for tomorrow, and I'm going to scrapbook tomorrow. I've got my box all packed, organized, and ready to go. I also finished invitations for a friend's baby shower, and I think they look pretty cute. I did a few crafty things to send along with the invites for the shower too, so I'm pretty excited about that. I managed another blog entry, and went dancing tonight... all good stuff.
We're going skiing in a few weeks, which will be awesome! I haven't been in years, and it will be so fantastic to have snow and be able to get out and have some fun in it. I'm also finally feeling some better, and my cold -- while still not gone -- is a lot better. So, lots of good things going on. I just need to think about the good things, not persist on the bad, and keep trying to do what I can.
Friday, January 16, 2009
Project Pics!
Finally! My projects! Please note that none of these have yet been hung up yet. That's another task in and of itself. Getting them done was hard enough!
Okay, this first one is a wreath that holds cards. It has about 24 or so yards of ribbon wrapped around a wreath form. 
This one is a door/wall hanging for my niece, Addison. It's not yet been mailed, but since she's only three, and I started it before she was born, I'm not terribly sweating it.
This one was for a friend's daughter. The white stripes are grosgrain ribbon so when she gets older, she can display her artwork on the wall. In the meantime, the embroidered initials make it a little more decorative by itself
This last one is wall art for Ava's room. I found wooden stars and hearts and painted them. I took this photo just to get an initial impression, but the final piece(s) ended up with two stars instead of two hearts, and I swapped them around on the background colors a bit. But I'm looking forward to getting everything hung up!
This one was for a friend's daughter. The white stripes are grosgrain ribbon so when she gets older, she can display her artwork on the wall. In the meantime, the embroidered initials make it a little more decorative by itself
This last one is wall art for Ava's room. I found wooden stars and hearts and painted them. I took this photo just to get an initial impression, but the final piece(s) ended up with two stars instead of two hearts, and I swapped them around on the background colors a bit. But I'm looking forward to getting everything hung up!
Wednesday, January 7, 2009
The Scream-A-Thon
"The boss says to hubby,
California's the place you oughta be!
So he loaded up his bag,
and he flew to San D!
Deigo, that is.
Black and white whales.
Football stars."
The hubby is currently in San Diego on business. When did he leave? Tuesday afternoon. When did I find out? Monday afternoon. How long will be be gone? Until the end of the week. I swear, he's actually ditching me and fleeing the country for Tijuana. (It's not that far, actually.)
I couldn't blame him, though, if he did. We're currently trying to break Cutezilla of her 3am bottle habit. It sounds easy enough, right? Just pack her full, and she should not want it, right? What I keep forgetting is this kid's shear bullheadedness. (Mom says I was worse, though. I'm starting to have my doubts.)
At 3am, I hear her wailing at the gate upstairs. I wait thirty minutes before going in, just to see if she'll just doze off on her own. Of course she didn't, so I thought I'd check in on her, maybe lay down with her and get her calm so she can doze back off. Instead, though, she decided to take it up a notch, and climbed the gate, hanging to it while she screamed and bouncing to shake it. As a result of these sort of antics, it probably won't be very long before she figures out the latch on the gate.
But tonight, I'm going to get to sleep early -- before she wakes up screaming. And hopefully that will be the end of that for me tonight. Tomorrow? No idea. The day after? No idea. But maybe if I can be consistent, when the hubby comes home, we'll be through the worst of it.
In other news, since last night was so miserable, we both woke up late and I missed my Step Class. I did go, and got on the elliptical for 40 minutes, and then went to my dance lesson, but it still wasn't quite the aerobic workout I was hoping for.
But tomorrow is Zumba! It's sort of a hip-hop dance aerobic class, and at the very least, it's fun. It's also a pretty good workout, so if tonight goes okay, maye I'll make it in time for my classes!
California's the place you oughta be!
So he loaded up his bag,
and he flew to San D!
Deigo, that is.
Black and white whales.
Football stars."
The hubby is currently in San Diego on business. When did he leave? Tuesday afternoon. When did I find out? Monday afternoon. How long will be be gone? Until the end of the week. I swear, he's actually ditching me and fleeing the country for Tijuana. (It's not that far, actually.)
I couldn't blame him, though, if he did. We're currently trying to break Cutezilla of her 3am bottle habit. It sounds easy enough, right? Just pack her full, and she should not want it, right? What I keep forgetting is this kid's shear bullheadedness. (Mom says I was worse, though. I'm starting to have my doubts.)
At 3am, I hear her wailing at the gate upstairs. I wait thirty minutes before going in, just to see if she'll just doze off on her own. Of course she didn't, so I thought I'd check in on her, maybe lay down with her and get her calm so she can doze back off. Instead, though, she decided to take it up a notch, and climbed the gate, hanging to it while she screamed and bouncing to shake it. As a result of these sort of antics, it probably won't be very long before she figures out the latch on the gate.
But tonight, I'm going to get to sleep early -- before she wakes up screaming. And hopefully that will be the end of that for me tonight. Tomorrow? No idea. The day after? No idea. But maybe if I can be consistent, when the hubby comes home, we'll be through the worst of it.
In other news, since last night was so miserable, we both woke up late and I missed my Step Class. I did go, and got on the elliptical for 40 minutes, and then went to my dance lesson, but it still wasn't quite the aerobic workout I was hoping for.
But tomorrow is Zumba! It's sort of a hip-hop dance aerobic class, and at the very least, it's fun. It's also a pretty good workout, so if tonight goes okay, maye I'll make it in time for my classes!
OW... OW... OW...
The aftermath of the first day back at the gym is never really nice. I mean, sure some of that muscle burn is good. At least it lets you know you're actually doing something there while you're doing your hamster wheel routine. Problem for me is, I don't know if I'm going to get as far as I want to with this.
I spent nine months working off six little pounds, and in three weeks, I managed to destroy all that, plus some. Just thinking about it makes me a more than a little cranky, honestly.
But I got to my cycle class today, and the pilates class which I've missed for over a month, if not longer. And I can really feel it too. Well, with the cycle class, I was expecting to suck it up. Pilates, though... it's good I'm getting back into it. I like the class, and the instructors. Cycle, even if the instructors are good, I still get that gerbil feeling. At least on the elliptical, I have the Rachael Ray Show. (She just had a recipe for Pimento Mac and Cheese! How much like freaking heaven does that sound???)
But yesterday, I walked the outdoor trail, and today my behind and legs are complaining about it. Tomorrow, they should be howling. And if they're not, I'm gonna be ticked. I did not sweat all over that floor, and have that stupid seat poke me in the rear constantly while I was standing up on the pedals just so my butt could think, "Eh. I've had worse." Nope. 'Fraid not.
Tomorrow? Step Aerobics.
I spent nine months working off six little pounds, and in three weeks, I managed to destroy all that, plus some. Just thinking about it makes me a more than a little cranky, honestly.
But I got to my cycle class today, and the pilates class which I've missed for over a month, if not longer. And I can really feel it too. Well, with the cycle class, I was expecting to suck it up. Pilates, though... it's good I'm getting back into it. I like the class, and the instructors. Cycle, even if the instructors are good, I still get that gerbil feeling. At least on the elliptical, I have the Rachael Ray Show. (She just had a recipe for Pimento Mac and Cheese! How much like freaking heaven does that sound???)
But yesterday, I walked the outdoor trail, and today my behind and legs are complaining about it. Tomorrow, they should be howling. And if they're not, I'm gonna be ticked. I did not sweat all over that floor, and have that stupid seat poke me in the rear constantly while I was standing up on the pedals just so my butt could think, "Eh. I've had worse." Nope. 'Fraid not.
Tomorrow? Step Aerobics.
Monday, January 5, 2009
New Year's First Post
The Holidays are gone, and as much as I do love Christmas, it's nice to have some normalcy back. If there is such a thing. I'm kind of thinking "not"...
But we got a good amount of loot, and the hubby and I spent a wonderful Christmas Eve Day driving around Charleston in the 80 degree weather, had a wonderful lunch at one of our favorite restaurants, R&B's, where I had a fantastic crabcake sandwich and stone ground grits. REAL grits, too! No instant stuff!
After that we headed over to see our friend's twins, Sam and Ella, who are already adorable. We went and saw the Christmas lights at James Island, but Ava didn't enjoy it quite as much as maybe the rest of us would have. That's okay. There's always next year!
We had friends in for New Years, and that was really nice. I got all my "official" Christmas projects done, including a holiday wreath card holder, the stockings I made for my friends, and a few gifts I put together, which I'll post pics of later... if I ever get the pics downloaded! I didn't get pics of the stockings though. I thought they turned out fairly well, as long as you weren't examining the seams or whatnot.
I think my Christmas Elf project went over well. No one was really expecting the stockings, and I found a few neat things for them here and there.
She Who Must Not Sleep got a few wins in though, over the holiday. Last night she woke up every hour from 11pm until 6am, and wouldn't have ANYTHING to do with me. She only stopped wailing and screaming when I asked if she wanted me to get her daddy. (Yeah. He was thrilled with me.) I don't think she was teething, but I know she's getting in some monsters. Hopefully they'll break through soon. Poor kid. (And poor hubby.)
She's been a real daddy's girl lately too. I come up to take her from him and she waves me off, buries her head in his shoulder, or starts climbing him so he can't put her down. I have no idea what the problem is, but this first week without him is going to be interesting.
I started back to the gym today. I missed my aerobics class by 7 minutes. If I miss the warmup, I feel odd about joining in... so I went and did the outdoor track instead, then jumped on the elliptical and did some weight lifting. But tomorrow morning, the hubby will be home, so he said he'll help me get out the door so I can make it to pilates on time.
The cycle class (again) us the one I really want to hit over the next few weeks. I know, I know, I said it for months last year and only managed to get to a handful... Dinner is usually the big problem with the later cycle class. I usually need to go to the grocery store, prep everything, etc... But I'm hoping, if I can get a better handle on prep, I'll have the free time to go and get back before the hubby comes home. (Hopefully.) I've got weekly calendars up on the fridge to plan dinners out, too.
I'm also getting over what is hopefully the last of sinus infection of 2008. I got two over the holidays, a nice little stomach bug I picked up the day after Christmas... and a partridge in a pear tree! So hopefully I'm done for awhile. A long while. (If I got pregnant right now, I think my immune system would hoist up the white flag, and they'd have to put me in a quarantine bubble.)
So, as usual wish me luck.
But we got a good amount of loot, and the hubby and I spent a wonderful Christmas Eve Day driving around Charleston in the 80 degree weather, had a wonderful lunch at one of our favorite restaurants, R&B's, where I had a fantastic crabcake sandwich and stone ground grits. REAL grits, too! No instant stuff!
Our table!
Our view!
We had friends in for New Years, and that was really nice. I got all my "official" Christmas projects done, including a holiday wreath card holder, the stockings I made for my friends, and a few gifts I put together, which I'll post pics of later... if I ever get the pics downloaded! I didn't get pics of the stockings though. I thought they turned out fairly well, as long as you weren't examining the seams or whatnot.
I think my Christmas Elf project went over well. No one was really expecting the stockings, and I found a few neat things for them here and there.
She Who Must Not Sleep got a few wins in though, over the holiday. Last night she woke up every hour from 11pm until 6am, and wouldn't have ANYTHING to do with me. She only stopped wailing and screaming when I asked if she wanted me to get her daddy. (Yeah. He was thrilled with me.) I don't think she was teething, but I know she's getting in some monsters. Hopefully they'll break through soon. Poor kid. (And poor hubby.)
She's been a real daddy's girl lately too. I come up to take her from him and she waves me off, buries her head in his shoulder, or starts climbing him so he can't put her down. I have no idea what the problem is, but this first week without him is going to be interesting.
I started back to the gym today. I missed my aerobics class by 7 minutes. If I miss the warmup, I feel odd about joining in... so I went and did the outdoor track instead, then jumped on the elliptical and did some weight lifting. But tomorrow morning, the hubby will be home, so he said he'll help me get out the door so I can make it to pilates on time.
The cycle class (again) us the one I really want to hit over the next few weeks. I know, I know, I said it for months last year and only managed to get to a handful... Dinner is usually the big problem with the later cycle class. I usually need to go to the grocery store, prep everything, etc... But I'm hoping, if I can get a better handle on prep, I'll have the free time to go and get back before the hubby comes home. (Hopefully.) I've got weekly calendars up on the fridge to plan dinners out, too.
I'm also getting over what is hopefully the last of sinus infection of 2008. I got two over the holidays, a nice little stomach bug I picked up the day after Christmas... and a partridge in a pear tree! So hopefully I'm done for awhile. A long while. (If I got pregnant right now, I think my immune system would hoist up the white flag, and they'd have to put me in a quarantine bubble.)
So, as usual wish me luck.
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