just got back from palm springs......it was niiiiice.

foiled again.

i was just sitting here thinking about how awful brad pitt's accent is in seven years in tibet...and i had the most brilliant idea!! roller-skating party for my birthday in july! then i remembered i'm pregnant. this baby better appreciate.

important update: snack

dinner's at 6.

snack

thanks K.C. from boston

some people are just good. you know it before you even meet them. i knew this girl was a good one long before she even knew i existed. and now....a concrete detail:

a mysterious manila envelope arrived in the mail a couple days ago. i didn't recognize the return address. here's what was in the package..

(front)

(back)

(greg's playing call of duty)

yeah, it was a cd filled to the brim with the cutest collection of "baby" songs on the planet. i promptly put it in my computer and made peanut butter chocolate chip cookies to it's contents. made for a most lovely friday evening. looking forward to eating a burrito with you, K.C.

it's official

i bought the big jar of pickles at costco today. it just felt right.

breaking news!!

so we just got back from carnitas (duh, it's wednesday), and look who was wandering around on our doorstep!! no way. now i'm all worried. is he gonna find a warm spot tonight?

dude

i just went into the laundry room to.......well.....to do some laundry, and in the sink...crawling around...there was a little white mouse!! scared the bajeezers out of me! anyways, i used my superior intellect to lure fival into an empty cranberry juice bottle laid on its side, with a bit of swiss cheese from the fridge in the bottom. when he crawled in, i stuck the cap on real quick-like, carried mousee outside and re-released him into the bushes in front of our house. i know i know. i'm sure he's gonna tunnel through the wall and into our bed to inflict me with mouse-fever or something...but i just couldn't hurt the lil guy. oh and i gave him the cheese too. he earned it.

ps- if i were a true blogger, i'd have photo-documented this, but seriously..who has the energy for pictures. i was IN the MOMENT man.

and now......

a tribute to peggy's lasagne. thanks mom. the baby liked it.

"nesting"....does this count?

i remember every once in awhile, as a pre-teen, instead of waking up saturday mornings to my dad's voice yelling at me to help carry in the costo groceries, looking out the back window to find what looked to me like a zillion plants of every variety sitting on the back porch. this meant i'd be spending the day in the backyard with the parents and the dog, and while i think i remember pretending to hate it, i secretly liked it......especially the watering part. anyways, greg and i are living in an apartment whilst we wait patiently for the market to totally tank so we can buy a house. but we have a back patio we never use, so i decided to plant today. here's the outcome:


yeah, there're two tomato plants and some strawberries. please pay no attention to both the puddle of brown manure residue center-screen and to the fact that i didn't bother to open the screen door to take the picture. bah. it's a start at least.

dear zachary: a letter to a son about his father

i'm pretty into documentaries, but i thought this one was gonna be lame. i mean, the title is cheesy and the summary on netflix sounded sorta like another episode of dateline or something. i am telling you....this movie.....breathe....i cried for at least a half an hour straight. i laughed, i was angry, scared, excited, disgusted, irate, proud, moved even....seriously. i went into it knowing next to nothing about the story. i'd suggest anyone planning to watch it to do the same. but beware, it's a heart wrencher....even for a stale, cynical, wry old gal like myself.

baby stuff

a sweet bouncer: $199
favorite crib: $1450

i'm sitting here at home waiting for a couple terriers to show up for their hair appointments, and i'm getting a little carried away with all the baby furniture online. of course the stuff i like is WAY more than i'm willing to pay....i mean...it's not like this is my firstborn or anything.


my favorite rocker. it's $1100.

ten reasons i love kari; a birthday tribute

1. she didn't make a sour face when i told her she's known around my house as bff.
2. her outfits. the shapes and colors she puts together really make my eyes happy.
3. she gave a talk in church once and i listened the entire time.
4. i feel like she's a lot like me, and i totally like her....which makes me feel good about myself.
5. she has a calm demeanor.
6. she has snacks during church.
7. she's harbors little to no resentment toward me for stealing her couch.
8. she appreciates a padded chair.
9. she married a guy who makes cupcakes.
10. as i'm writing this, i'm almost positive she's studying for trivial pursuit.

this book

i've been having kinda bad luck with books lately, which means i've read a hundred pages of about 10 different works of prose and then quit. i think i'm being punished for NOT quitting twilight at page 100. oh, but there's the good news! i breezed through this one and thoroughly enjoyed it. i even shed a tear or two. now we'll see if i can find another book worthy of finishing.

the initiation

i'm in transition. i'm married. i'm pregnant. three months ago i was neither of these. back then, i also had the option to wear any piece of clothing in my closet. now, not the case. i'm bored, and i'm lazy. i'm in transition. i'm going to develop creative hobbies: photography, needlework, painting. i'm going to take walks. i'm going to spend more time outside. i'm starting today. i want fresh flowers. i'm turning off the tv, and i'm forsaking facebook. i'm reading more. i'm making lists. i'm starting now.