Monthly Archives: October 2009

The Great Closet Debacle of 2009

I swear I didn’t use to be this crazy emotional. Sure, I had some bad days where I would just completely lose my shit and just start crying. This, however, was just ridiculous. Let me explain: I decided that I wanted to reorganize the clothes closet. Notice that I don’t call it the bedroom closet because it is actually in our office. ‘Why is it in the office?’ you may ask. Well, that’s because we live in a weird old house and if we had the bedroom where it was supposed to be it would be right smack dab in the middle of the upstairs. And if you wanted to go from the living room to the bathroom or kitchen you would have to walk through the bedroom. Oh, and we have no doors. When I got pregnant, we moved the bedroom downstairs and the office upstairs so we could at least have a small amount of privacy and be close to where we wanted to put the nursery. Yes, the nursery is in the basement but don’t worry, now that we have replaced the glass in the lights is actually quite bright. Additional aside, the idiot who lived in this house before us not only painted the basement light blue and bright orange (yes, you read that right: light blue and bright orange) but he also painted the backing of the glass in the light fixtures making the basement ridiculously dark.

Back to the closet. So, it’s upstairs in the office. And I’ve had some crazy weird energy for about one hour everyday and I wanted to clean it out and make it look presentable so if the doors accidentally get left open (*cough*Brian can’t close anything *cough*) I wouldn’t be totally ashamed of people seeing it. Also, I knew there were a bunch of things that needed to be donated or sold since we don’t wear them anymore. It started out fine but about half an hour in, after I’d pulled out all of Brian’s clothes and then rehung his dress shirts I was trying to move the tie rack and it hit me in the head. Okay. Not terrible. I’m somewhat clumsy, I can deal with the occasional idiot move. But then, then, I couldn’t get it reattached where I wanted it. Also, I had tried calling Brian three times (yes, I’m needy sometimes, I’m pregnant, leave me alone) and he had hit the ignore button every time because I wanted to ask him about some suits I had found in the back of the closet and whether or not he wanted to keep them. So, I left him a really angry message and then dissolved into tears. I am pathetic.

Another side note: I flipping hate this schedule. Brian has to be at work because the stinking scholarship dinner is next week and it’s not that I want him to be home all the time, but he takes less vacation time than everyone else in that office and hello I’m giving birth in three weeks, I would occasionally like for him to be home to help me do all the stuff I want to do before then. Most of you don’t know that the same dinner was the Thursday after our wedding so we had to wait a week before we could go on our honeymoon and he was working the whole time. Grumble grumble.

Well, I won’t bore you all with the details of finally getting the closet put back together, but here are the results:

I know it still doesn’t look all that great, but trust me this is a vast improvement. Also, please ignore the tubs you see in the living room, that’s just my ceiling leaking all over the place.


The Good List

I’ve been a bit of a Debbie Downer lately and for that I do apologize to you, dear readers. So today, despite my heartburn, back pain and sleep deprivation, I’m going to focus on the good things. My list of happy

1. I’m 35 weeks today! That means that I only have about a month left until my due date. We went for my (hopefully) last ultrasound this morning. Everything looks great. She’s growing exactly the way she should be and currently weighs a little more than 5 pounds. Also, they did a 3D Ultrasound for the first time. She looks like an actual baby and not just a blob!

2. Tiny baby clothes. So I admit to going a little crazy at Gymboree the other morning and then suffered from extreme guilt and buyer’s remorse. However, I took back all but one thing and now I feel a lot better. Look at how cute this jacket is though:

3. The movie Stardust. Right now this is my favorite movie. People always say that if a movie (or music, book, etc) puts you to sleep, you must not like it very much. I beg to differ. There is something very comforting about this movie. It’s like a warm blanket of happy and, if I’m having trouble sleeping, all I have to do is turn it on and I’m asleep within five minutes. Now, if only I could figure out a way to set my DVD player to repeat so it would stay on all night and the menu music wouldn’t wake me up.

4. I finished my first knitting project in about two years. Granted I haven’t actually worked on anything in a very long time, but it’s still nice to have something completed and I can say, “Look what I made! Aren’t I cool?” In addition, I have plans for future projects. I’m going to make a matching hat to go with this scarf (eventually) and currently I’m working on a tiny purple baby scarf which will also have a matching hat. My friend Cecily lent me a book of Harry Potter themed projects for an easy hat pattern and I want to make Hermione’s knitting bag too!

5. Del Monte Fruit Chillers. I could eat an entire box of these in one day, they are so delicious. Plus, it’s made with real fruit so bonus nutritional value!

6. Grilled cheese sandwiches and alphabet soup. I feel like such a kid when I eat this, but it’s so tasty! Unfortunately, I don’t make very good grilled cheese sandwiches. I know what you are all thinking: How hard is it to make a grilled cheese? Not very hard, but my dear husband makes them much better than I do so I only get to eat them when he’s home for lunch.

7. I got a random refund from my old student health insurance (seriously, the charges were from 2002). WTF? Awesome though!

8. Borders’ Iced Hazelnut Toffee Mocha. Do I need to say more? Even substituting decaf espresso for the cold-brewed coffee, it is still one of the tastiest beverages on the face of the planet.

Well. That completes my list of happy. I leave you all with my weekly (sorta) picture. Here I am at 35 weeks.

Also note, that sweater is not a maternity sweater. It is one I bought from H&M about two years ago, but it is so long and big and schlumpy that it still fits over my eight month pregnant belly. Awesome.

Two Years


Two years ago today Brian and I finally made it legal after almost six years of dating. I remember waking up at my friends house and being picked up by my sister to get my hair done. I remember that it was 95 degrees outside. I remember thinking that I had brought this on myself because I had been hoping so much for a warm day so we could get married outside. I remember shaking while my dad and I sat in the carriage before the ceremony. I remember good friends and good times. I remember walking through the hotel lobby in my wedding dress and people giving us knowing looks. I remember soaking in the giant bathtub in an attempt to get all the hairspray and makeup off of me. I remember being so tired that we both fell asleep long before midnight. It was the best day of my life. In two years we…

1) Went to Antigua for our honeymoon where I managed to avoid getting a sunburn for four whole days

2) I started a two new jobs. Neither of them provided less stress than working for CPK but for awhile at least the schedule was better. (Until I was opening 5 days a week that is)
3) Went to Las Vegas for cousin Steve’s graduation from culinary school. I smashed the viewfinder on my digital camera the first day. It turns out disposable cameras are not that bad.

4) Went to New York for Jeff and Helen’s wedding

5) Had a six month string of really crappy things happening. Our basement flooded, our roof had to be replaced, our house got robbed, I got sciatica and an intestinal parasite and I got into a car accident and totaled my car.

6) I went back to school.

7) I got pregnant. This is what I looked like just a few months ago:
8) Went to Florida for Karen and Adam’s wedding.

Happy two years to my silly husband!


I’m tired. Tired of being tired. Tired of feeling nauseous. Tired of not being able to sleep at night because no position is comfortable. Tired of this feeling of panic because I have no idea what I’m doing. Tired of feeling like I’ve made no progress in cleaning the house. Tired of not being ready. Tired of waiting for the stinking nursery furniture to get here. I’m tired of being pregnant and yet I’m so not ready for a baby.



I like young adult novels. There, I said it. I’m a 27 year old woman who reads young adult. In my defense, however, there is a lot of really good stuff out there right now. (Of course there is also some really really bad stuff out there. *cough*Twilight*cough*. Which I do admit to reading because it’s like crack. You know its bad for you but you just can’t stop yourself).

My most recent find is The Hunger Games by Suzanne Collins. I also have a weakness for dystopian fiction (Aside: another great dystopian young adult series is Uglies by Scott Westerfeld) so I really couldn’t help myself. I really suck a summarizing novels but, in essence, two teenagers from each of the 12 districts in this society are chosen to compete in a reality television death match. Only one is allowed to survive. It’s is supremely fucked up but fantastic. I finished the whole thing in one day because I could not put it down. And then there is a sequel (Catching Fire, in case you were wondering) and although I highly recommend you read both you will be supremely frustrated when you finish the second book because the third one isn’t out yet!

Another note: How to trick your husband/significant other into reading this book, don’t tell him the narrator is a girl. That’s right. I got Brian to read it and he liked it. Ha!