28 March 2008
But now, off to get new eyeballs as Natalie calls them. Or new contacts if you're me. It's been a year and a half since I had my prescription updated, and I know I'm more blind now that I was a year and a half ago. Can't wait to see better this afternoon!
25 March 2008
Funny, I finally caught up on our tithing this past week. I grew up in a house that firmly believes that when you give your 10% to God, he will provide for your needs. My parents could have been on welfare when I was little we were so poor, but somehow, things always worked out, even though they gave 10% of their meager salaries away each week. Having seen that faithfullness pay off (for lack of a better term - that sounds so heathen) first hand, I know how important that part of being a Christian is. Well, this year money has been tough. I was owed money, the gutters had to be replaced, and I'm a nerd who pays off the credit card bill every month, which included paying for my 30th birthday party and the Tiffany earings Jim got me as a gift. So somehow tithing got behind. It had been eating at me, especially as we've been scraping bottom lately. But when some back money came in, I immediately wrote out a tithe check for january and february and mailed it to church even, rather than wait till sunday by which time I might have used it to pay bills early or something.
Not five days later a new job project comes in. It would probably pay for all the upgrades to our kitchen we want to do this summer. Not to mention be a nice chunk of change to help restock that savings account that was depleated between buying a money pit and having a baby within a year of each other. But I can't help but think God was saying "see? put me first and I'll take care of you." Thanks. I'm reminded of this commitment I've made to God, church, my family. Now to take a step of faith and write out that march tithe check before paying the mortgage due on april 1st. Eek. Being faithful definately has its scary moments.
24 March 2008
22 March 2008
I am so messed up. But I love having a giant massive vase overflowing with spring tulips on my dining room table. They will probably get more use than a really nice new shirt. Because I'm a mom, and I work at home. I wear t-shirts. And jeans. And clogs or flip flops depending on the season. Still, the pretty shirt is calling my name all the way from the mall. Which reminds me that tomorrow, as Easter, is usually my un-official first outing of the toes for the season, so perhaps a pedicure is a better way to spend my money today.
(This whole thing started because it seemed weird to wear all black to Easter Sunday service. Black pants, black dress sandals, and a black silky shirt, which happens to have little white polka dots. Perhaps if I dress it up with a bright beaded necklace...just thinking out loud here...)
20 March 2008
I feel like I did my good deed for the year. I gathered up some of Natalie's larger baby items and donated them to a local pregnancy center. Her highchair, exersauser, and activity table were all picked up by me or my mom at yard sales, and while they are in perfectly good condition, they show their age a bit. Rather than sell on craigslist something I purchased for $5 at a yard sale, I'd rather give it to someone who could truly use it. I was almost to the point of putting these items on the curb with a "FREE to a good home" sign on them because so many thrift stores and such don't take large items for donation due to space limitations. This pregnancy center advocates birth or adoption (which I'm all for even though I'm also pro-choice, but we won't get into politics here) and works their darndest to help women who make the choice to keep their babies, to be able to make it in this world. And they will take anything and everything. They were so genuinely pleased with my donation, I felt so warm and fuzzy inside when I left.
So to that scared shitless new mom-to-be out there, I hope the good vibes of a happy Natalie fill your home as you feed your baby in your new high chair that was at the pregnancy center right when you really needed it. And I hope that baby is happy playing with toys that gave Natalie hours of joy and excitement in her little baby life. And allowed a harried mamma to take a shower because that exersauser was so dang mesmerizing.
18 March 2008
15 March 2008
Am seriously considering getting "Natalie was here" tattoo'ed across my c-section scar, but (a) I don't want to gross out the tat artist, and (b) it would be a shame (and a waste of money) if it got messed up in case fictional child #2 has to come out the same way.
14 March 2008
And on top of it, my diet sucks. I'm a champ at cooking healthy meals, but it's the treats. I have a problem where I feel I deserve something special so I eat it to make myself feel good. I decided today would be a good day to make cookies for my brother's birthday (which isn't for another 2 weeks) just so I could enjoy the sweetness of the oatmeal raisin cookie dough. I had to cook them up immediately just so I'd stop sticking a spoon in the bowl. Good thing once they are cooked they aren't as appealing to me. Last night I would have given my left foot for a chocolate milkshake. I haven't been journaling like I'm supposed to be doing, and I see the new doc in a few weeks for a meds checkup. I think the meds are still working, especially in concert with the thyroid switch-up I've been on for about 6 weeks now (I see the endo the same week). New doc is going to get on my case for my eating.
I'm so fat right now, it's disgusting. I need to go get something springy and perky to wear for easter. I have black pants, but a fresh new top would be ideal. Yet that requires shopping and dressing rooms and all that depressing stuff. My other option is to wear the black pants with my one nice white shirt and look like a waitress, or with a black shirt and look morbid at a church holiday celebrating that Jesus rose from the dead, instead of staying dead. Sometimes I wonder why I bother because everyone is going to be watching Natalie in her handmedown pink dress with the petticoats that just oozes over the top cuteness from every seam.
So back to my lack of concentration. Part of what is keeping me from getting anything done is the fact that food is on my mind so much of the time. The cravings, the desires, the wanting to feel good like I deserve something special that manifests itself in a need for food. The good side to all this, I do find myself craving things like burgers or french fries more often that I find myself going for sweets. I even treated myself to some uber dark chocolate the other week and it lasted more than two days, which is a record if it lasts more than two hours in my house. I wish I could find the focus to get some of these things on my list done, so that the focus could be on accomplishment, a sense of relief, a sense of confidence in my abilities. Then maybe I wouldn't be thinking of food so often.
Of course all this is easier said than done, especially with a todder underfoot and a not-always-that-helpful-or-even-understanding husband around.
10 March 2008
09 March 2008
Other than that, it was a good weekend away visiting family and a new cousin (2nd cousin to Natalie, actually).
07 March 2008
06 March 2008
- Friday - leave for the airport at the ass crack of dawn for an 8am EST flight, arrive at LAX around 10:30am PST. Rent a car, drive to hotel, have lunch, nap, meet up with friends for dinner and drinks.
- Saturday - get up early since I'll still be on east coast time, drive to Santa Monica, see the pacific, wander, shop, sit and people watch over a nice lunch by myself, maybe not even bother to bring a book. Drive back to hotel, nap, get ready for wedding. Wedding at 4:30, dinner reception, fall into bed afterwards.
- Sunday - drive an hour to my brother's house, hang out, go see the base, go out to lunch, take a nap at his house, drive to LAX for the red eye home.
- Monday - arrive in DC at the god awful hour of 6:30am EST, drive home, see Natalie, fall into bed.
So I'm looking at the map last night my friend put together for her wedding with all the locatins marked out (including coffee shops and trader joe's b/c she's a dork like that which is why I love her), and I'm checking out the route from LAX to the hotel. I'll drive past studio city and burbank and that cemetery where all the hollywood people are buried. I realize I need to look up where the hollywood sign is up on the hill and make sure I swing by there even if just to get a picture out the car window. I'm starting to get giddy with excitement, and can't imagine getting to go to LA, me, a movie lover, finally see California, get to go to the famous Santa Monica pier, and all that.
Then it hits me. Today we have to go downtown to my office. I'll be a block away from half a dozen Smithsonian museums, including the famous Smithsonian Castle. After a short visit to the office (my boss and I decided cleaning out a filing cabinet together in person would be a lot less painful than trying to do it over the phone, plus I haven't made an appearance in the office in months), I promised Natalie a trip to the zoo afterwards. She requested seeing the tigers and the pandas. We're going to take metro, but if we were driving (which I first planned on doing), our route would take us past Arlington Cemetary, the Lincoln memorial, Independance Ave., the Kennedy Center, the infamous Watergate building, up Beach drive through Rock Creek Park, to the zoo on Connecticut Ave. Would be easy peasy and only a few blocks out of the way (especially if you know which lights have left turn signals and all those other good tricks) to swing by the White House or the Capital.
All these massively American institutions and monuments and semi-famous places that people around the country hear about but no longer cause me to bat an eye. It is pretty cool that they are all in my backyard. I gotta wonder if there isn't some frumpy mom type in California coming east for a friend's wedding, looking forward to being on her own for a change and getting to check out some of these landmarks. I totally know what she's feeling right now.
04 March 2008
03 March 2008
Seriously, this is the age where they occasionally cease to be toddlers and become pure entertainment for us grown ups.