Friday, July 1, 2011

Update Your Web Address

Hi all!

I know I haven't posted in a bazillion years (that's a word, right?), but just a note to everyone that I'm no longer hosting my blog on a custom domain.  Instead of http://www.seeaprilwork.com/, I'm going back to Blogger's free domain, so you'll find me at http://www.seeaprilwork.blogspot.com/.  I just don't post enough to pay for a domain anymore, although if things change I'll let you know.

Hopefully I'll have more time to blog soon, or at least to put some pictures up!  I thought work was going to slow down, but instead I've been given several more special projects (yay...?), that will take me through July.

I had the idea of going to bed just a little bit earlier each night, bringing my laptop with me, and writing a quick blog post before bed.  Clearly that hasn't happened yet.  Neither has my idea of getting up a little earlier each day to work out.  Hm.

Thursday, June 2, 2011

I'm Tired

Will you allow me to vent for a few minutes Blogland? I try to remain positive, because I think being negative only drags you down...however, I'm feeling mentally exhausted right now, and I think the only way to get myself out of this funk is to put everything in writing and get it out of my head.

Thanks for indulging me.

I'm tired.
  • I'm tired of always having to watch my weight and think about what I'm eating.
  • I'm tired of watching every dime we spend and feeling like there's never enough money.
  • I'm tired of being the only one in my household who keeps up on continuous chores like cleaning, cooking, and doing dishes (sorry honey!).
  • I'm tired of coming to a job each day that holds no meaning for me, and feeling like I'm wasting my time.
  • I'm tired of credit card debt.
  • I'm tired of credit card companies lowering credit limits, making outstanding balances even closer to credit limits and weakening credit scores.
  • I'm tired of feeling powerless.
  • I'm tired of feeling fat.
  • I'm tired of my clothes not fitting right.
  • I'm tired of being responsible.
  • I'm tired of a crappy iPhone that is slow, closes apps for no reasons, and freezes all the time.
  • I'm tired of keeping track of so much information, like money, grocery lists, laws & rules, position upgrades, position transfers, and promotions in place.

Is it possible to take a break from all of that for a little while? Just a day or two, that's all I ask.

Disclaimer - I love my life, I really do. I'm incredibly lucky to have a wonderful husband, beautiful daughter, and amazing family and friends. I know I have a good life and I know that while I'm by no means rich, I'm a lot better off than some people.

But everyone's allowed to complain sometime, right?

Thanks Blogland. Peace out.

Tuesday, May 3, 2011

My Weekends

I've been trying to spend more of my weekends at home.  I hate it when you have a weekend that is so jam-packed full of things that at 9:30 on Sunday night you're trying to make lunches for the next day, do laundry, put a load of dishes in the dishwasher, and take a shower because you haven't showered all weekend and you don't want your freshly-laundered sheets to get dirty.

When I was on maternity leave, weekends didn't matter.  One day blended into the next with tranquility and peace, stress-free, only to be occasionally punctuated by stress brought on by a crying baby.  I can only imagine it's what retirement is like (minus the crying baby and the fear in the back of your mind that you have to someday return to work).  Maternity leave became a problem for me, however, when I began shopping.

A lot.

Fast asleep
All the money that the Husband and I saved when I was pregnant?  Yeah it got spent.  By me.  On crap.  See here was the problem - when Busy was tiny, she had feeding issues.  When we were at home, she would cry.  And cry.  And eat.  And eat again every 30 minutes because the nonfat milk I produced wasn't keeping her satisfied for very long.  When we went somewhere, she slept.  She was peaceful.  She'd eat, and then she'd fall asleep in her car seat again.  It was a beautiful thing.

Really though, the shopping started the month that I was off before she was born.  Every day, I'd go shopping.  Usually, it was to return items from baby showers that I'd gotten duplicates of, or that I'd decided I didn't want.  (Returning things from a registry is awesome - seriously, I want to create registries more often.  Just for me.  Just so I can return.)  This was okay at first, because I was shopping, but I was also returning. 

Unfortunately, that got me into the habit of going somewhere every day.  After Busy was born, it was nice just to have something to look forward to (I stayed in my house for two weeks (I had a c-section) and after that was going out of my mind).  We went to Starbucks (always the drive-though, I didn't want to take her out of the car and expose her to germs at first...or expose anyone in the store to my yoga pants and hasn't-been-washed-in-four-days hair), and that was our outing for the day.  Then, we started going to Starbucks and Babies R Us.  Or Starbucks and Goore's, the locally-owned and awesome baby-store.  We went anywhere that was "baby-friendly."  I even looked forward to dr's appointments, because I knew that if Busy cried, I'd get sympathy looks instead of death-glares.

As Busy's eating habits improved (read: I started supplementing her on formula), we started venturing to more places.  We'd hit Target - a lot.  We'd drive to the outlets.  We went everywhere.  And everywhere we went, we shopped.

My little shopper
When I went back to work, we'd go out on the weekends.  Busy is such a good little shopper.  She minds her manners in her stroller or the cart, she helps me make decisions by pointing to the item I should get (when I'm deciding between two of something), and she is so social that she loves people and always seems to be on her best behavior for strangers.

Exersaucer fun!
But then, I'd end up in the awful spiral of late-night-Sunday madness.  I'd swear I was going to do things differently the next weekend, and I'd only go out on Saturday, while spending Sunday at home.  As Busy has gotten older, this has gotten easier.  She is happier at home now - she sits on her quilt on the floor and plays with toys, she plays in her exersaucer, and she rolls across the floor to play with the vertical blinds on the sliding glass door.  She also loves to sit outside on the grass and watch her dad work on the garden (or the shed he's building, or whatever else he's doing to our yard at the time). 

I've remembered lately how much I love spending time at home.  When I was pregnant, I'd clean all day Friday (I sure miss furloughs), do nothing all day on Saturday, and go grocery shopping and prep dinners and lunches on Sunday.  And I was happy.  Now that Busy is happy and occupied at home, we're spending more time just hanging out there.  We're doing chores, going for walks, and enjoying this place that we call home (sorry, sounds sappy but it's true!).

Hangin' at Home Deeps
This past weekend, I failed miserably at spending time at home, but it was for a good cause.  Saturday we went shopping and had lunch with good friends (and Busy's Bestie!), then hung out with my aunt who was visiting from out of state (from her I learned there is a second verse to "I'm a Little Teapot").  Sunday Busy and I ran some errands and then went to out to dinner as a little family with the husband.  It was nice, except that then we went to Home Depot and got home at 8:30.

Next weekend, I'm looking forward to spending more time at home.  I want to spend some time doing some batch cooking, I need to can some more beans, and I want to catch up on some cleaning.

Or, I'll just sing "I'm a Little Teapot" a million times and play on the floor with Busy. 
Who wouldn't want to hang out with this face?

Monday, April 25, 2011

Sundays are Great, Mondays are Hard...

Happy Easter everyone! Well, happy belated Easter blog-land.

What a great weekend I had! It was so hard to come in to work today. Luckily, Busy had a dr's appointment at 9:00 this morning, so I got to come in to work late. Unfortunately, she didn’t' realize that meant we could all sleep in today, so she still woke up at 5:00...which means I woke up at 5:00.

Did everyone have a good Easter? Mine was pretty good. My extended family gets together the Saturday before Easter every year to celebrate, so that each individual family can do their own thing on Sunday. Saturday went pretty well, except that my mom was sick so she didn't make it. Busy didn't get to hunt eggs with the bigger cousins this year (she might have gotten trampled!), but she did have her very own jelly-bean shaped plastic Easter eggs to play with...she thought they were pretty cool (and tasty!). Sunday began with a mini-Easter egg hunt at our house, although Bruiser was much more successful at egg-finding than Busy was. The festivities ended there, and by about 9:00 a.m. I had the entire rest of the day to do whatever I wanted...

Well, not really. The hubby had planned on finishing the shed he's building in the backyard, but the rain changed those plans so he stayed inside and played with Busy quite a bit. That allowed me to do the following:

• Clean Busy's room
• Wash, dry, fold, and put away 5 loads of laundry
• Cook chicken and make a giant pot of chicken stock to freeze for later
• Use above-mentioned chicken to make a chicken tortilla casserole
• Bake a breakfast casserole for pre-made breakfasts this week
• Soak beans to make P-Dawg's famous beans in the crock pot today (recipe to follow if she'll let me share - I thought it was on her blog (visit her here) but I searched and can't find it)
• Puree peaches and pumpkin with my awesome immersion blender to freeze in individual-size portions for Busy
• Take Busy to the grocery store (where I only spent $21.25! I was planning on under $20 so that's not too bad)
• Clean the guest bathroom
• Give Busy a bath
• Vacuum (Busy helped me; she was in her Moby and loves vacuuming)
• Take Busy and Bruiser for a walk

I know, can you believe I got all that done!? Granted, bullets 3 through 5 took place after Busy went to bed and forced me to stay up until midnight, but still...I got it all done.

I also bought this over the weekend. Parents or parents-to-be, I can't even tell you how much I love this space-saver high chair. I have a cute, antique wooden high chair that I got from my brother and sister-in-law, and I was determined to use it and nothing else. I didn't want a plastic highchair that got in the way and looked, well, cheap. Alas, the wooden highchair, while gorgeous, is not so great: Busy slides around in it and ends up slouching down, she leans to far and hits her head on the wood, and honestly, I have to dust it (I love cleaning, but I HATE dusting). It may be better when she's a little bigger, but for now, I've been looking at other options and finally bought a space-saver high chair this weekend.

I. LOVE. IT.

End of story. Get one, you'll love it too.

Happy Monday everyone!

Monday, April 18, 2011

Wishes

Today I wish that:
  • Teething happened all at once. 
  • I'd been more responsible with my credit cards when I was in my early 20's. 
  • My husband had been more responsible with his credit cards when he was in his early 20's. 
  • I had a job that was fun to go to. 
  • My eye would stop twitching. 
  • I'd gotten more sleep last night so the aforementioned eye wouldn't be twitching.
  • I had a $5,000 gift card from What Not to Wear and a whole week to go shopping. 
  • Stacy and Clinton would be my personal shoppers.
  • I was still on maternity leave.
  • I had more time to blog.
  • I had more time to clean my house.
  • I'll find some awesome deals the next time I'm on Craigslist.
  • My garden is bountiful this year.
I realize that it sounds like I'm having a bad day after reading this post. Really, I'm not. I'm just having a Monday. I'm tired, it's a little hard for me to get going this morning, and I'm feeling introspective today.

And my dang eye still won't stop twitching...

Monday, April 11, 2011

My Favorite Things

"...I simply remember my favorite things, and then I don't feel, so bad."

I love Julie Andrews. I love the Sound of Music. I used to watch the movie every day of summer vacation when I was little, which explains why Favorite Things and Doe a Dear are the only songs I can ever think of to sing to Busy when she's tired.

But today I'm not thinking about The Sound of Music. No, today I'm thinking about my favorite things. Specifically, my new favorite thing that I discovered this weekend. What is it, you might ask? It's sleek...it's powerful...it's…

...not some kind of sports car. Are you kidding? Think about who is writing this. No, it's my brand new Immersion Blender!!




No I'm not kidding. This thing is amazing. I was talking to a friend of mine this weekend about making baby food (sorry folks, it's another baby-related post). I was feeling guilty for not making Busy more food, even though she loves her Earth's Best food (and the brand that comes in a pouch...but I forget what that's called). Anyway, I was feeling bad because she eats a lot of fruits, but not a ton of vegetables, and the variety in baby food is just so/so. However, it's a lot of work to haul out the blender or the food processor (after you figure out which one you should be using) just to make a batch or two of food.

Before my amazing discovery of the fantastic thing known as an immersion blender, I'd made peas, cauliflower, and mangoes, the first two in a food processor, the third in a blender. I'd also attempted kale after another friend raved about how much her daughter liked it, but it smelled so bad after I steamed it that I knew there was no way I could feed that to Busy...mostly because I didn't think I could stand to smell it myself. Anyway, the cauliflower and the mangoes turned out okay, but it was so much work for not so much food. I was feeling discouraged.

Then, during a conversation with my friend about what types of food she'd fed her son, she happened to mention that she always used her immersion blender. She gushed about how easy it was, how quick the cleanup was, and how she could use it for anything - fruits, veggies, meats, whatever. I was stunned, not because of all the ways she could use it, but because I'd never thought about using one of those myself.

That was late Saturday night. By 11:00 a.m. on Sunday, I too was the proud owner of an immersion blender. By 12:30 Busy had amazingly settled into a two hour nap (in her crib...truly amazing) so I was in the kitchen, roasting sweet potatoes, cooking black beans, and having a ball with my new blender. It was great! Super easy, fast to wash, and it worked superbly. My freezer now contains ice cube trays full of deliciousness for Busy.

For those of you interested in purchasing an immersion blender (for baby food or otherwise), I did a lot of Googling to research the different brands. Initially I'd wanted a Breville cordless immersion blender; I've drooled over that in the Williams-Sonoma catalog for years. However, I found the reviews to be surprisingly poor…2 out of 5 stars! It seemed that the KitchenAid and Cuisinart immersion blenders (both with cords) got the best ratings of those in my price range. I shopped at Kohl's (it was closest to my house) and was going to buy the Cuisinart, but I happened to notice they had one Hamilton Beach blender left. This one, with the same 200 watt motor as the other two, had also gotten fairly good reviews, but I was going to stick with the other brands because I own several KitchenAid and Cuisinart products and know they're reliable. However, the Cuisinart was on sale for $53.99, and the Hamilton Beach was on clearance for $11.99.

Sold.

After using the Hamilton Beach immersion blender, I'd say it's powerful and runs like a champ. It's a little awkward to hold, because you have to hold down the button while it's running (not sure if they're all like that). Also, the shaft is plastic, rather than stainless steel (although the blade is a regular metal blade), so it probably won't last me a lifetime. However, it'll last me long enough to make baby food, so for the price, I consider it totally worth it!

I wish I was at home now making baby food, instead of getting ready to start my day at work. I think I might have dreamed about my new blender last night.

Is that bad?

Friday, April 8, 2011

I've got the itch

Not an itch, gross.  No, the itch.

I've been itching to blog lately. Really, I just had to scratch my arm.

However, did you know that a baby, plus housework, plus an urgent special project at your full-time job equals not a lot of time for blogging? Who would have thought?

So I've been a little busy this past month. My own little Busy turned 7 months old last Friday, April 1st. I cannot believe 7 months have gone by. It seems beyond comprehension. I was okay with her turning 6 months, because that was just 6. 7 months is more than half a year; in fact, it's almost her first birthday (and yes, I have started planning her first birthday party, because really, it's just around the corner). When she was born, I got sad everyday that she was growing up (thank you hormones); as she got a little older, I kept good memories of her being tiny, embraced the fact that she was learning new things, and was happy with her growing older. For some reason, the 7 month birthday has brought me the birthday blues.

Sitting in her high chair for the first time

Drinking out of a straw like a pro!

Yum, sweet potatoes...

One of my favorites...her dad gets a similar mischievous look on his face at times...

Busy is doing amazing, though - rolling over, sitting up, pushing up on her arms and legs (although no crawling yet) and thoroughly enjoying solid foods. Her current favorites are mangoes and those little cereal puffs. She chomps away with her two bottom teeth (teething = worst period of my life) like she's got a huge bite of steak in her mouth, looking immensely proud of herself the entire time. She talks literally all the time, too - and not just babbling. She has babbled since the day she was born, but this past week she's surprised us with very clearly pronounced "bababa" and "dadada." I know that doesn't mean anything, but she only says "dadada" when her dad is in the room, so I'm pretty sure she knows who he is. And I think "bababa" is Bruiser...

What a sight to wake up to in the morning.
Bruiser likes to burrow under his blanket.

Then he has dreams and rolls over...
On Thursday of this week I completed a project at work that has been six (almost seven) weeks in the making. It was a high level project that turned out to be very political because of the positions involved, and while I learned a lot, I hope not to have to do anything like it any time soon. Besides being exhausted, I don't like politics and I hate people who play the game...I know it's how many people get ahead in this world, but I'm a firm believer in getting ahead through honest hard work. It may not happen all the time, but it does still happen.

My house is a mess (which terrifies me) but my garden is planted, thanks to the hubby. We didn't go hog wild with tomatoes and peppers like last year, so we still have an empty section of the planter box. I'm thinking of a few more tomatoes so I am able to do a lot of canning this summer, but I may plant a few items to make food for Busy (squash, pumpkins, something along those lines).

I've got ideas in the works for quite a few posts, and I'm hoping to find the time now to be able to write them. For now, this has been a brief update on my life. Hope you enjoyed it!

Monday, February 28, 2011

A Case of the Mondays

Anyone else having trouble getting motivated today? It's currently break time at work, but I almost (almost) feel guilty for taking a break, because I just haven't been that productive today. My mind keeps wandering and I end up thinking about menu planning, and bill paying, and having to drop Busy off at daycare starting Wednesday when the Hubby goes back to work. My mind is in a million different places today, and none of them is here in my cubicle.



Anyone else having a case of the Mondays today?

Friday, February 25, 2011

Adventures in Daycare

Well Blogland, it's been an emotional week. Not only have I been extremely busy at work (a first since coming back from maternity leave almost two months ago), but today marks the end of Busy's first week of daycare.


Out like a light...I love it when babies sleep like this.
I'm not sure how many of you out there have kids, and of those who do, how many have kids in daycare, but I can tell you, it's a stressful thing! First, you have to find somewhere to send your precious, beloved little bundle of joy. In my opinion, that is the hardest and most stressful thing about daycare. Luckily for me, I found a small, in-home daycare, the same place where a good friend's daughter went. Knowing that my friend and her husband trusted this woman with their daughter was HUGE for me, and was ultimately the deciding factor in choosing a daycare for Busy. Each time I went there, the owner immediately went to Busy, lifting her out of her carseat, hugging her, speaking to her softly and carrying her around to talk to the other children. And Busy seemed to love her! So, I knew we'd found the right place.

The second worst part of choosing a daycare are the days leading up to your child's first day. For only the second time in my life, I was full of anxiety and dread, thinking about taking Busy somewhere without her parents or another family member. Monday night, I cried - would she feel abandoned without us all day? Would she think we weren't coming back for her? Tuesday morning, I cried. I got her ready and ended up making the Husband drop her off...I just couldn't do it. I also made him pick her up, because I wanted her to attend for only a half day at first. When I found out he hadn't picked her up by one o'clock, I might have raised my voice to him on the phone. When I found out at 2:55 p.m. that he was JUST going to pick her up, I told him to GO GET HER NOW in a slightly louder than normal voice (no, I wasn't yelling...sort of). The report back from the first day was good - she was smiling and happy, and she had made friends with a just-over-one-year old named Alonzo.

Aside from crying a bit that first day, I actually handled daycare pretty well. When I think about it rationally, I know that I went to daycare, and I turned out fine. I know that almost all of my friends' children either went or are going to daycare, and they are happy, well-adjusted kids. I know that she's too young to feel abandoned or to worry that we aren't coming back for her. As long as I don't let my emotions get the best of me, I do okay.

I like that we're starting to settle into a routine. I come home from work, kiss her and love her, and she gives me big smiles. We play on the floor for awhile, then she plays in her Exersaucer while I make dinner. I feed her some solids (such a big girl, she had her first solids this week and LOVES them), give her a bath, then she gets in her PJs and has a bottle. Not long after that, it's bedtime for her, and I have a little time to clean up the house, make my lunch, or watch some tv before bed (except for last night, when I fell asleep on the couch right after she went to bed and got nothing done).

My new favorite picture of her...although forgive the quality, I took a picture of a printed picture.
While I'd like to work part-time or not at all, I know it's not possible right now, and so I'm happy with the way things are working out. Of course, I still haven't dropped her off or picked her up from daycare this week. I'm afraid dropping her off might start the emotions going and send me into a fit of tears.

Next week I'm going to have to stop being such a wienie and do it, though - Hubby goes back to work on Wednesday. Yikes!

Thursday, February 17, 2011

Smile! No wait, don't...you have bad teeth.

I loathe the dentist.

Okay, I don’t loathe the dentist personally, but I hate, repeat HATE going to the dentist. My dislike of going to the dentist was compounded about a thousand times when I had to go this week, on Valentine’s Day of all days.

Let me give you some history…

 I don't like teeth to begin with, I have a fantastic gag reflex, genetically average to bad teeth, plus incredible hot/cold sensitivity. Add to that the fact that I don’t like the noise of the metal scrapey thing or the drill, plus the fact that I’m a big fat wienie, and you have someone whose stomach becomes a pit of dread when a dental appointment is approaching. As a small child, my dentist was the father of a girl I went to school with (I still remember her first name was Amelia). Bad dental experience #1 happened under his care – I had to get a retainer, and I threw up on his dental assistant (hey, small mouth + those awful trays full of goop + my gag reflex = me barfing on someone). I don’t know what happened to him, but my next dentist (Good Dentist) moved into Dentist #1’s offices, so I guess we just switched to the new guy.

Good Dentist was my dentist for YEARS – like 15. He was gentle, was cognizant of my gag reflex and sensitive teeth, and was just a nice guy. He had the same staff members the entire time he was in business, so you always knew what you were getting when you went in for a checkup. I faithfully went to all of my dental appointments from childhood through about age 18 (mostly because my mom made me). After 18, somehow the dentist slipped through the cracks, and I sort of stopped going.

When I was about 21, I had to get my own health coverage at work because I could no longer be covered under my parents. This meant I had to get my own dental insurance, too. I could have continued going to the Good Dentist, but I lived in Midtown and wanted a dentist that wasn’t in the Burbs. I chose one based on the recommendation of a coworker, and off I finally went (remember, haven’t been to a dentist in 3 years).

Turns out I went to a Bad Dentist. Like horrible, awful, can’t believe I paid her. Yep, I had a bunch of cavities, and actually needed a root canal, too. I never did get the root canal under her care, but did get the cavities filled – all with silver. Really? Silver? Long story short, Bad Dentist was awful - I hurt, I cried, I hated it, so I never went back.

I returned to Good Dentist, begged and pleaded to be seen again even though he wasn’t accepting new patients, and life was good. I had my root canals (not a bad process at all, except for the crowns), and after that, I maintained good oral health so that at each appointment, I was pleasantly surprised not to have any cavities (a rarity for me – I usually had at least one new cavity per appointment). I also made him promise he was not retiring any time soon, because I couldn’t go through finding a new dentist.

Turns out, he did retire.

Not by choice, but because of a bad back. Another dentist took over his practice, and it turned out to be…the daughter of my orthodontist.

Who I graduated from high school with.

Awkward.

Actually, not too awkward. We knew each other in high school, although we weren’t close friends. She was nice, but hung out with a different crowd. Now she’s my dentist. I thought about choosing a new dentist, but after seeing her for the first time (where I warned her about the gag reflex, sensitivity, and wienieness), I decided it was an okay situation and I’d stick with it.

Although I didn’t stick with it. I missed my next cleaning because I had a cold, and gee, I never rescheduled. The Husband has been bugging me to make us dental appointments, so I finally did (six months later). Mine ended up on Valentine’s Day.

So I go in, get x-rayed, and notice that my last dental appointment was in…late 2008. Yikes. Okay, so it’s been awhile. No biggie. I’d been having some sensitivity, so I knew I had a couple cavities, but still – no biggie.

Hippos probably don't get anxiety over going to the dentist.
Turns out, I was wrong.

I need numerous fillings and four crowns. FOUR. I’m on a strict regimen of a rinse, a special paste, flossing, and special gum to chew after meals. One reason is that apparently your pH balance changes during pregnancy and it can really screw up your teeth. One reason is my pure laziness…I know I should have gone to the dentist.

The other reason is Starbucks.

Truly. Apparently it’s really, really bad to sip your Iced-venti-decaf-two-pump-no-whip-mocha throughout the day. Even worse when you do it twice a day. Sure, the iced mocha may keep you full when you sip it, but while you’re sipping away, all that sugar is swimming around your teeth, rotting them one by one.

I was totally bummed after my appointment – bummed and pissed off. Also stressed about paying for numerous fillings and four crowns, especially since this is February and I only get a certain amount of dental coverage per calendar year.

Thinking about it now though, three days later, I had a realization. Yes, I still hate teeth. And yes, I still dread going to the dentist. And also yes, I’m still totally disappointed that Good Dentist retired. But, I’m really happy with New Dentist. Because New Dentist truly seems to care about my teeth. Yes, she’s going to make lots of money off me this year (she could probably remodel her house). But she also gave me the rinse, the flosser and the paste, for free. She told me where to get the special gum. She laid out my treatment plan for me, and when I called her to tell her about my insurance screw up (I have less coverage than I thought, oops), she rearranged my treatment plan, put some things off until next year, and didn’t hassle me about trying to get them all done NOW. She’s awesome. Her staff members are awesome.

I feel…calm. Not happy, but okay with all of this.

If any of you who live near me are looking for a new dentist, email me. Yes, it’s weird going to a dentist who graduated from high school with you, but not as weird as you’d think. And she’s kinda awesome.

So now I’m following my strict regimen, which kinda sucks, but is okay if I think about it as a challenge…I want to go back for my first filling appointment in March and have New Dentist say, Wow April, I’m so impressed with your good dental hygiene. I want to stop the bacteria in its tracks. I want to show everyone that I can follow directions and I’m not a loser with bad teeth.

Goodbye for now, Blog Land. I have to go floss my teeth and chew some gum.

Definitely not my teeth...though one can dream.

Tuesday, February 8, 2011

There's an App for That!

I am addicted to the App Store.


It’s such an amazing collection of possibilities. Want to know what the air quality is going to be outside? There’s an app for that. Want to keep track of your baby’s bottles, naps, and poops? There’s an app for that. Need the use of an app that has been given the seal of approval by Catholic officials in the US that helps you through the Sacrament of Reconciliation? Yes, there’s even an app for that.

When I got my first iPhone about 2 years ago, I started off with the 16 or so apps that come standard on every phone. I soon began downloading apps – any type of app – as long as it was free. I had pages and pages of apps that I thought were cool, and that I “just might use some day.” I had pages of games, news apps, banking apps, and even an app to buy things on Craigslist. Then came the pregnancy apps – what I was supposed to eat, how the baby was growing, pregnancy Q&As. I soon began to forget what apps I had because I had so many of them!

I rarely updated the software on my iPhone, so I didn’t realize I could create folders to store my apps in…until I bought my iPhone 4 in November. Heaven. Utter, simple, complete, heaven. I now have only two pages of apps containing…

…132 apps.

I told you I have a problem. But at least now my problem is organized! My first page is all of my frequently used apps – Facebook, Twitter, Weight Watchers, and Shazam. I have folders containing all the newspapers/newsites I like to read. Another folder is my “Shopping” folder, with Macys, Babies R Us, and Target apps. There’s the “Lifestyle” folder that contains my Groupon, Confession, and Zillow apps.

I love finding new apps. Sometimes I lie in bed at night searching for new apps.  Then I can't put my phone down, and I get on this downloading streak and before you know it, I need a new folder for all my apps! I was going to list all of my favorites for you, and tell you a little about each one, but when I made the list, I had too many favorites. So, I’m going to list most of my favorites, but only feature my top five favorites.

Honorable Mention Apps (in no particular order). If you have an iPhone (or Droid/Blackberry, some of these apps are available for those phones) I hope that you’ll check these out; they’re definitely some of my most used apps.

Shazam
Messenger
Bento
Lists
Etsy
Babies R Us
Plants vs. Zombies
Oregon Trail
Angry Birds
Bejeweled
Quick Bank
Google Reader
Lose It
What to Expect – Pregnancy
Netflix

Here are my top five favorite apps, in no particular order. Please note that my favorites can and do change as my life changes, and you’ll notice that several apps are baby-related at this stage of my life.

Golden 1 - This is my credit union, and I’m so, SO happy that they have an app. It is simple and user-friendly, and I use it all the time to check my balances, transfer money, etc. Five gold stars to Golden 1.


iBreastfeed - This is an app that was created by Medela, a company that makes breastfeeding equipment and supplies. It helps you track not only when your baby last ate, but when they last slept, peed, pooped, etc. There are several apps like it on the market, but this one was the best one I found – and it’s free.


Momento - I used to keep track of Busy’s milestones on my iPhone calendar, until I found this app. It lets you record a “Momento” or special moment, tag it, take a photo of it, and it stores them all for you. In case you can’t remember the first time your child did something, you don’t have to search through every day on your calendar – just scroll through your Momentos. Awesome.


Week Calendar - I actually use this in place of the iPhone calendar that came on the phone. I like that it has a weekly view, and that I can change the colors of events so that different categories have different colors (work functions vs. personal items, for example). It pulls all the information currently in your iPhone calendar when you sync, so you don’t have to retype everything.



Voice Memos - This app has been invaluable. I recently blogged about how my short term memory has always been awful, but that it’s gotten even worse since having a child. I record everything now – to-dos, grocery lists, things Busy has done that I want to write down. Nothing is safe from my voice memo.



What are some of your favorite apps?


Monday, February 7, 2011

Listmania!

I love lists.

I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again – I love lists. I just do. I feel so in control when I’ve made a list, whether a grocery list, to-do list, inventory, even a budget (I consider that a type of list).

Last night, as I crawled into bed, I realized my mind was still going a mile a minute, if not more. I was so comfortable, with my personal, portable heater pressed up against my leg (otherwise known as Bruiser), that I thought if I repeated everything to myself enough times, I’d remember it in the morning.

Yeah, right.

My short term memory has always been horrible. My long term memory is great – I have vivid memories from a camping trip when I was three (confirmed by my mom, who couldn’t believe I remembered those things), but my short term memory has always been horrible. When I was pregnant, I started getting “Pregnancy Brain” and began to write down more things than ever before (for fear of forgetting them). People told me “Mommy Brain” is even worse, but I didn’t believe them.

I believe them now.

Yesterday I was having a conversation with my mom, and halfway into it I forgot what the point of my story was. Completely forgot! I think of things to do a lot when I’m driving, and I’ll forget what they were by the time I get home (although I’ve started using a voice recording app on my phone for moments in the car). I had a brilliant idea for a new invention – something that was actually feasible for me to make, and that I think people would actually buy – and I CAN’T REMEMBER WHAT IT WAS!

So, as I lay in my warm bed last night, I realized there was no way I’d remember everything I needed to remember in the morning. I reached an arm out from under the covers and felt around in the dark for a notebook and something to write with. Using only the glare of the TV for light, I wrote my list…two pages worth! There’s no way I would have remembered half of those things today.

Last night, I thought my list looked fairly neat. Today, in natural light, alert and awake (well, awake at least), it’s not so neat. In fact, I had a hard time identifying some of my tasks.

See for yourself:


Can you decipher the entire list?*
 Pathetic, no? I felt so much better getting everything out of my head and onto paper. But now, I have to find the time to do everything! Guess I’d better stop blogging and get busy.

*One final note - I used to take pride in my handwriting.  Now, it's embarrassing.  I almost re-wrote the entire list before writing this post, but that takes the fun out of trying to decipher it.  I blame carpal tunnel (believe in it or not, but trust me it's real) and writing in the dark.

Friday, February 4, 2011

Meet Some Other Bloggers

Last Saturday Busy and I had dinner with a group of gals who are all totally amazing in so many different ways. Why did we all gather, you ask? It was the first annual EG Bloggers Dinner!

L to R: ME, Tracy, Heather, Katie, Hutch

Having dinner with Tracy, Heather (my sister-in-law), Katie, and Hutch was just the motivation I needed to continue blogging, especially as I was toying with the idea of creating an additional blog (check out my new blog following my journey to health by clicking here). I went to school with each of these ladies, and graduated in the same class with all but Heather. Katie and I were even best friends from elementary school into high school! I’ve been reading their blogs, chatting with them on Facebook, and following their tweets for some time, but with the exception of Heather, I hadn’t really seen any of them in person in quite some time. I never would have thought that blogging would have been the thing that brought us all together.

It appears that I’m the last of the five to blog about the dinner, so I won’t go into too much detail; if you want to read more about it (and really, you should), Heather did an awesome job of putting metaphorical pen to paper on her blog here. I’ll simply say that these are the five blogs I read the most, and if you haven’t already, you need to check them out. Tracy can dress anyone in any style “on the cheap,” Heather can describe even the most mundane day with a style and grace of writing I could only hope to have, Katie has fantastic regular features that I look forward to reading each week and keeps me shouting at my computer, “Me too!”, and Hutch constantly makes me snort liquids through my nose.

It was a great night and I can’t wait to meet up with them again!

Wednesday, February 2, 2011

New Blog!

Don't worry, SeeAprilWork is not going anywhere.  But there's a new addition to this gal's blog-o-sphere.

You might be reading the title of this post and saying to yourself, “April, you are not so great at updating this blog. Why would you start another blog?” Well, let me answer you. This blog is completely random, and that’s what I love about it. I wanted to blog about my journey to a healthy lifestyle, but I didn’t want it to completely take over the blog. So, I started a second blog that is solely dedicated to healthy living – eating well, exercising, and learning to not just diet, but eat to live, rather than live to eat (because oh man, do I live to eat!).

So, click on over here if you want to check out my new blog, SeeAprilLose! It’ll be fun, I swear.

Wednesday, January 26, 2011

I'm So Crafty

Well, I like to think of myself as a fairly crafty person, but here’s my little secret- I’m not very creative. I’m great at seeing something, figuring out how it was made, and duplicating it, but original ideas…? I don’t really have ‘em.

When I was on maternity leave I went shopping – a lot. Busy is a great little shopper, and some days she would only take substantial naps in her car seat, so off to window shop we’d go (okay usually it wasn’t window shopping, but that is beside the point). One day we were in a local children’s store, and I saw something called a “Taggie.”


At first I thought, that’s stupid, it’s a piece of fabric with some ribbon sewn on the edges. Busy, however, seemed mesmerized. She loved the feel of it, and had I let her, those ribbon “tags” would have been in her mouth faster than you could imagine. Thinking it would be a good toy for her to chew on while in her car seat, I was going to purchase it.

Until I looked at the price tag.

$14.99 for a tiny little piece of fabric and some ribbon! I couldn’t bring myself to pay that amount, but oh, how Busy loved it! The solution – I made my own.

It was so easy. I had some extra fabric at home, along with a selection of ribbon thanks to my newfound hobby of making pacifier clips. A few snips, a few pins, a little sewing, and ta-da! My very own, very inexpensive, “Taggie.”

What do you think?

In reality all the ribbons are the same length, so I'm not sure what visual trick I used to make the red ribbon appear to be so much longer than the rest.

Tuesday, January 25, 2011

Work in Progress

So the new look of the blog is under way, but it's not quite finished yet.  I've added some "Pages" near the top of the blog, but haven't had a chance to add any content.  Stick around and hopefully you'll like the finished product!

Monday, January 24, 2011

Goodbye, Old Friend

Goodbye, Starbucks.



Goodbye for real this time. I’ll miss you, oh yes I will, but our relationship has become unhealthy, and for this reason I must say goodbye.

Goood-byyyyeee (I can hear Julie Andrews’s voice in the background, singing “Goodbye” with Christopher Plummer as they walked off the stage to escape the Nazi’s)…

Anywho, back to reality. Let me explain my history with Starbucks to you. It all started in September 1998 when I got a job at Plantation Coffee, the local independent coffee shop. I didn’t even drink coffee at that time, but I was desperate to leave Linens ‘n Things, where’d I’d been working for all of one month (it was hell). My SIL P-Dawg worked at Plantation and said it was a pretty good job. I got hired, and there my story begins.

As I mentioned, I didn’t even drink coffee. I kept trying the flavored black coffees, because I wanted to like coffee, and they smelled so good. It was amazing to me how something that smelled so wonderful could taste so awful. Because we were allowed to drink whatever we wanted for free while we were working, I began experimenting with espresso drinks.

And it was then that the iced mocha entered my life.

It was glorious! Cool and refreshing, slightly sweet but not overly so, slightly bitter from the espresso. I’d never experienced anything like it. Soon, I was drinking three to four mochas a day (hey, they were free) – one when I got to work, two more while I was there, and one that I’d drink on my way home. I was a senior in high school and was incredibly busy, so I imagine the caffeine was pretty helpful, although I think I drank so much soda, too, that caffeine didn’t affect me too much. After all, the mocha I’d drink at the end of my shift lasted me until I got home, and I’d drink it as I got into bed at night and fall right to sleep.

Fast forward to college, where there was a coffee shop on the way from my morning classes back to my dorm where I began to stop every day. I had this glorious thing called a “food card;” basically I paid tuition, housing, and food at the beginning of every quarter. Paying for food ahead of time guaranteed me three squares a day at the school cafeteria, but it also gave me a few hundred dollars per quarter to spend like cash at the other eateries on campus. Needless to say, I ate most of my meals in the cafeteria because I quickly spent all my extra cash at the campus coffee shop.

When I left school and came back home, I began working for the state. Just one block from my building was a La Bou. My coworkers would go every day to get coffee, so I’d go with them and get an iced mocha. When I began doing the Atkins diet after about three years of working for the state, I started going to La Bou each day (I’d gone a few days a week before but not always every day) and getting black coffee, then flavoring it with non-dairy creamer. It took awhile, but I began to like the taste of black coffee (heavily sweetened with flavored creamer, I should add). After awhile, I began stopping on my way to work at Starbucks; up until this point, I’d never really gone to Starbucks. I loved Plantation Coffee’s mochas, and I liked La Bou’s flavored coffees, but I’d never really ventured into a Starbucks. However, I was now heading to work from my then-boyfriend-now-husband’s house (yes, I stayed at his house before we were married, I’m sorry), and there was only a Starbucks on the way (and I was going to a different job, so the La Bou was not nearby). I’d get a venti black coffee with room and add smooth, creamy, wonderful half-and-half.

It was then that I got hooked on Starbucks. Damnit.

Our relationship evolved from black coffee every day to black coffee and a pastry every day (this was clearly after I had given up on Atkins). Soon I wasn’t going to Starbucks in the morning (I had moved downtown by then and had a five minute commute to work), but I was going every single day of the week with my coworkers on our morning break. By this time the husband (still boyfriend back then) and I had shacked up together downtown and we’d leisurely stroll to our neighborhood Starbucks at least one day on the weekend. I should note that at this point in time, I was getting various drinks from Starbucks but they were all either black coffee or non-fat mochas.

Fast forward to my time working for a different agency. Each morning, I again went to Starbucks with some coworkers. The difference is that each afternoon, I again went to Starbucks with some coworkers. The folks at Starbucks knew us so well that the week before my wedding I was chosen as “Customer of the Week,” and the baristas gave me a card that they all signed. At this time, Starbucks went to 2% milk instead of whole, and I discovered how amazing an iced mocha is with 2% milk instead of non-fat.

Fast forward once more to the present, and my drink is an iced-venti-decaf-two-pump-no-whip-mocha. The people at Starbucks know me. Sadly, they actually know me at multiple Starbucks. When I was on leave for the month before Elizabeth was born, I started each and every single day by going to Starbucks and getting my iced mocha (decaf, of course) and a classic coffee cake.

Every. Single. Day.

After she was born, I was on leave for four months, and while people brought me coffee at first, I soon became stir crazy and needed to get out of the house. I didn’t want to take Elizabeth anywhere where there were people and germs, so our activity became going to the drive-through Starbucks. Again, I went every day.

As bad as that was, the problem began when I started going twice a day. Not every day, but often enough that a significant portion of my disposable cash went to Starbucks. Then, I told myself I was going to stop. I told myself, “Self, this is the last day that we’re going to Starbucks.” So, naturally, I went to Starbucks three times that day, because it was the last day. I actually did start making coffee and espresso drinks at home for a period of time, but that didn’t last long, because Christmas rolled around and I got Starbucks cards as gifts. I resumed my daily routine of both starting, and ending, my day at Starbucks.

It has got to stop!

And so, it will stop. Yes, awhile ago I posted on Facebook that Starbucks and I were going our separate ways, and while we did for awhile, as mentioned I was drawn back into the addictive web that is Starbucks. This must be what smokers experience when they try to quit. It’s hard!

And what has changed this time, you might be asking. Well, first I’ve made a commitment to my health. Second, the husband and I have been talking and it is our ultimate goal that I work part time. To make that happen, we must pay off a few bills (evil credit cards) and replenish our savings (maternity leave doesn’t pay that well, folks), and that means no mindless shopping and NO MORE STARBUCKS. Because this time, I’m not doing it just for me, I’m doing it for Busy, too.

And so we must say goodbye, Starbucks old pal. You’ve been a good friend, a comfort when times were tough, but I don’t need you anymore…and I certainly don’t want to pay for you anymore!

Tuesday, January 18, 2011

Bear with me here...

I'm in the process of dusting off my limited HTML skills and learning some new ones while I fix up the old blog template. It'll probably look different today than it does tomorrow, and things will definitely be moving around.

In the end, though, it'll be worth it, so I hope you stick around!

The One Constant in my Life - Weight Loss

If you want to look young and thin, hang around old fat people. – Jim Eason

When I was pregnant, I ate healthier than I’ve ever eaten in my entire life – and amazingly, it was easy! Knowing that the development of that little life was totally dependent on what I put (or didn’t put) into my body made passing up the Twinkies and choosing the banana a no-brainer. Sure, I slipped up every once in awhile, and during the final month of my pregnancy I may have had a McDonald’s chocolate milkshake every single day…but then I’d come home and have salmon, brown rice and green beans for dinner.


I gained 29 pounds with Busy, and within two weeks after delivering her I’d lost all but five of those pounds. In the next few weeks I lost those last five pounds, then five more, and even a few more. Unfortunately, my eating habits quickly returned to pre-pregnancy mode once I stopped exclusively breastfeeding, and those extra pounds I lost somehow got packed back on.

Before I got pregnant I was trying to lose weight, mostly to get my body ready for pregnancy, but also because I was heavier than I’d ever been. While I was also happier than I’d ever been, I was tired of the extra weight and wanted it gone. Now that I have a child, I want it gone more than ever, mainly because I want to be able to keep up with her when she’s an active toddler (and beyond). My secret reason, though, is this – when summer rolls around Busy will be nearing one year of age, which is the perfect time to start swimming lessons with some Mommy & Me swim time. I LOVE to swim, and have always loved it. However, I avoid pools like the plague, because I am so incredibly embarrassed to be seen in a swimsuit.

I’ve felt this way since high school, which is ridiculous because I look back now and I looked great in high school (I’ve always had curves, but back then they were good curves, not fat rolls). I have always looked forward to the day that I could take my kids swimming, and there is no way I’m going to ruin this chance to enjoy the pool with my first born because I’m mortified to be seen in a swim suit.

Because I now have a goal in mind, I am a woman on a mission. I have a pantry and refrigerator full of healthy food (not to mention two freezers in the garage – seriously), a lunchbox filled with veggies, fruits, and lean proteins at my desk, and a water bottle ready and waiting.

I WILL LOSE WEIGHT.

The healthy way, so it stays off and does not come back. I’m putting it up here on my blog so that I will be held accountable to you, Blog Land, and so that I can share my journey with anyone who chooses to read it. In order to be sure I keep it up, I will state my starting weight, keep track of what I’ve lost, and hopefully reach my goal weight with the world watching.

So here goes. I weigh….

Nope, I can’t do it. I can’t share the number. I know numbers on a scale don’t mean anything in the real world, but really they do. I know you won’t judge me Blog Land, but it’s too scary. Let’s just say, it’s a big number. Real big. Three big numbers, actually, which add up to a prime number.

Maybe someday, when I’ve lost the weight, I’ll share it with you. Maybe that’ll motivate others. But for now I’m keeping it to myself!

Now, I have to get back to munching on my green beans while trying not to think about Twinkies. Wish me luck!

Sunday, January 16, 2011

Oh Costco, how I've [Not] Missed Thee...

I have an uncle who absolutely loves Costco. We joke that everything he buys is from Costco, because really, about 98% of what he buys actually comes from Costco (the other 2% comes from Home Depot). He even has a "Costco Room" in his house (okay, it's a very large pantry in his very large laundry room, but to us, it'll always be his Costco Room).

I, on the other hand, loathe Costco. I haven't been to Costco in years.

Unfortunately, now that I have a baby, I find myself needing to go to Costco again. I avoided Costco for the first three months of Elizabeth's life, but after I needed to start supplementing her on formula, I started buying Kirkland brand formula because a) it's super cheap and b) it's actually a highly recommended brand. Several moms I know also love the Kirkland brand diapers, and since I was buying formula at Costco, I decided to start buying their diapers (I'm totally a Pampers mom - I LOVE Pampers Swaddlers and recommend them to everyone - but they are incredibly expensive, and I'm trying to recommit to saving money wherever I can. Although the Kirkland brand diapers are pretty great, I'll admit I miss Pampers. (Moms, I have a post I'm working on for baby items I recommend (because I know you all want my opinion), and we'll talk diapers...let me just say now AVOID HUGGIES AT ALL COSTS. That's it for now.)

Don't get me wrong - Costco has some great stuff, and they do have good deals. I used to shop at Costco each month, buying paper towels, toilet paper, soda, chicken...the list went on and on. Unfortunately, that was the problem - the list was long and I never left Costco without spending $100-$200. After Costco, I'd head to the grocery store for "big shopping" and spend another $100; add to that the money I'd spend picking up "just one thing" multiple times a week, plus buying produce and milk throughout the month, and I was spending over $500 each month on food and household items. That might not be too bad - except that there were only two of us!

One problem I found with Costco is that I often found better prices at stores like Winco and Wal-Mart. Okay, I don't always like going to those stores, either, but sometimes the savings were significant. Plus, I already had to go there, so it became easier to make just one trip and not another trip to Costco.

Another problem I had with Costco were the lines and the PEOPLE! The Costco nearest to my house (both the one near my house when I lived downtown, and the one near my house now), are always packed - always. Minutes before they open until minutes before they close, the parking lot is full and cars are driving around, blocking lanes because they're waiting to get that perfect front spot.

I hate all these people.

Why? They're rude. I love people, but I love people who are sociable and have manners. People at Costco do not have manners. Take today for an example. I've been going to a Costco a little ways from my house because it's not as busy as the one near my house; today, however, I made a quick run to the one near my house because I had the opportunity to go baby free. I got a parking space fairly close to the front of the store (amazing), and went in to get my items. I had three items, count 'em, THREE: a set of storage boxes and two cans of formula. I went to the front of the store to get in line, and....crap. 90% of the check stands were open, and they all had a line of at least three people, if not more. I found a line with two people and headed over. Just as I pulled up, a young punk (he was probably 25 or so, which is younger than me so therefore young punk) pulls up to the same line. We literally arrived at the exact same time. Now, I had three items...he had two carts! If I were in his shoes, I totally would have let me go first. Three items, come on, it's not going to take long to check out. Did he let me go first?

Of course not.

No, he pretended not to see me, so I moseyed back to another line. Jackass. Then the line I was in didn't move at all, so he and his two carts ended up checking out before I even got my items up on the conveyor belt.

You've got to love the people who check your receipt when you leave, too. I've always wondered what they're actually looking for when they study your receipt with a highlighter in their hand - are they actually looking at each item I have and checking to see if it's in the cart? Are they making sure I haven't smuggled a flat screen tv under my 10 lb. bag of onions? I think they're just faking it, honestly.

Today, my suspicions were confirmed.

In front of me was a couple who had a cart full of items. The husband was pushing the cart, and the wife had the receipt. A Costco employee took the receipt and began scanning it (all important highlighter in hand). She looked at it for quite a while...and while she was looking, the husband was pushing the cart right out the door! I don't think she looked once looked at anything in the cart, because she sure didn't seem to notice the husband (and the cart) were halfway to the car by the time she gave the receipt back to the wife!

So there you go, my frustration with Costco. Maybe you love them, maybe you don't. Either way, thanks for letting me vent about them a bit!

Thursday, January 13, 2011

Observations from a candy wrapper

Lots of people have been saying some awfully nice things to me lately: "Glad you're back," "You look great," "Happiness looks good on you."

Wait, what was that last one?

Okay so the one who has been saying the nicest things to me? Dove Chocolates. That's right, candy wrappers speak to me, and boy are they nice lately.

My coworker has a wine glass full of Dove Dark Chocolates on her desk, ready for any of us who are having one of those days. Yesterday I had to deal with a ridiculous issue at work (seriously, you wouldn't believe some of the issues people bring to HR), and after I put out the fire, I wandered over to my coworker's cubicle for a little piece of heaven. I unwrapped my piece of candy and saw the message, "Happiness looks good on you."

How nice.

It totally made my day. A simple little message in a cheap piece of foil brightened my spirits and made me smile. So of course I had another one, because I wanted to see what the other messages were. My second piece of chocolate carried the message, "Be free. Be happy. Be you." I loved it!

I had grabbed three pieces of chocolate (don't judge!), but I didn't eat that third one right away. This morning, however, I saw it sitting there on my desk, staring at me, just waiting to be eaten.

So I ate it. Strictly for educational purposes, of course. And it's message was even better: "You are exactly where you are supposed to be."

Now how did a piece of chocolate know that I was feeling guilty this morning for leaving my sweet, adorable, baby girl at home? That I felt like a horrible mother because I had to work late last night and didn't get home until after she was asleep? I know it's just a cookie-cutter message printed in a thousand chocolate wrappers, but today, that wrapper made me feel validated. Yes, it sucks that I'm away from Busy (I'll have to explain her nickname later), but for now, someone has to go to work to bring home the bacon. I'm incredibly lucky that I was able to be home for the first four months of her life, and I'm even more blessed that G is able to be home with her for the next two months. It sucks that we can't afford for me to stay home with her indefinitely, but I know that I'm working full-time now in order to be able to afford to stay home with her part (or full!) time with her in the future.

I just have to keep telling myself that.

Tuesday, January 11, 2011

Random Thoughts from People Our Age

You may be asking yourself what "our age" means...let me preface this post by saying as of last Thursday I turned 29.

Today is my 5th day back at work after five months of heaven maternity leave, and I’m still trying to clean out the old email inbox. One exciting item of note was this email forward a friend sent me, titled, “Random Thoughts from People Our Age.” As I was reading through it today, I laughed so hard that my coworkers had to repeatedly ask if I was okay. I also had to stop myself from saying, “Yes!” and “OMG I do that too!” every other line.

I sent this on to my brother, who replied that he laughed his ass off, and was about to forward it to his coworkers until he realized he was the only person in his office under 40 and no one else would get it. I felt so sad for them.

Enjoy!

  • Whenever I'm Facebook stalking someone and I find out that their profile is public I feel like a kid on Christmas morning who just got the Red Ryder BB gun that I always wanted. 546 pictures? Don't mind if I do!
  • I wish Google Maps had an "Avoid Ghetto" routing option.
  • More often than not, when someone is telling me a story all I can think about is that I can't wait for them to finish so that I can tell my own story that's not only better, but also more directly involves me.
  • Nothing sucks more than that moment during an argument when you realize you're wrong.
  • Is it just me, or are 80% of the people in the "people you may know" feature on Facebook people that I do know, but I deliberately choose not to be friends with?
  • There is a great need for sarcasm font.
  • Sometimes, I'll watch a movie that I watched when I was younger and suddenly realize I had no idea what the f was going on when I first saw it.
  • I think everyone has a movie that they love so much, it actually becomes stressful to watch it with other people. I'll end up wasting 90 minutes shiftily glancing around to confirm that everyone's laughing at the right parts, then making sure I laugh just a little bit harder (and a millisecond earlier) to prove that I'm still the only one who really, really gets it.
  • I think part of a best friend's job should be to immediately clear your computer history if you die.
  • The only time I look forward to a red light is when I’m trying to finish a text.
  • A recent study has shown that playing beer pong contributes to the spread of mono and the flu. Yeah, if you suck at it.
  • Was learning cursive really necessary?
  • Lol has gone from meaning, "laugh out loud" to "I have nothing else to say".
  • I have a hard time deciphering the fine line between boredom and hunger.
  • Answering the same letter three times or more in a row on a Scantron test is absolutely petrifying.
  • My brother's Municipal League baseball team is named the Stepdads. Seeing as none of the guys on the team are actual stepdads, I inquired about the name. He explained, "Cuz we beat you, and you hate us." Classy, bro.
  • Whenever someone says "I'm not book smart, but I'm street smart", all I hear is "I'm not real smart, but I'm imaginary smart".
  • How many times is it appropriate to say "What?" before you just nod and smile because you still didn't hear what they said?
  • What would happen if I hired two private investigators to follow each other?
  • While driving yesterday I saw a banana peel in the road and instinctively swerved to avoid it...thanks Mario Kart.
  • MapQuest really needs to start their directions on #5. Pretty sure I know how to get out of my neighborhood.
  • Obituaries would be a lot more interesting if they told you how the person died.
  • I find it hard to believe there are actually people who get in the shower first and THEN turn on the water.
  • Shirts get dirty. Underwear gets dirty. Pants? Pants never get dirty, and you can wear them forever.
  • I would like to officially coin the phrase 'catching the swine flu' to be used as a way to make fun of a friend for hooking up with an overweight woman. Example: "Dave caught the swine flu last night."
  • Is it just me or do high school girls get sluttier & sluttier every year?
  • If Carmen San Diego and Waldo ever got together, their offspring would probably just be completely invisible.
  • Why is it that during an ice-breaker, when the whole room has to go around and say their name and where they are from, I get so incredibly nervous? Like I know my name, I know where I'm from, this shouldn't be a problem....
  • You never know when it will strike, but there comes a moment at work when you've made up your mind that you just aren't doing anything productive for the rest of the day.
  • Can we all just agree to ignore whatever comes after DVDs? I don't want to have to restart my collection.
  • There's no worse feeling than that millisecond you're sure you are going to die after leaning your chair back a little too far.
  • I'm always slightly terrified when I exit out of Word and it asks me if I want to save any changes to my ten page research paper that I swear I did not make any changes to.
  • "Do not machine wash or tumble dry" means I will never wash this ever.
  • I hate being the one with the remote in a room full of people watching TV. There's so much pressure. 'I love this show, but will they judge me if I keep it on? I bet everyone is wishing we weren't watching this. It's only a matter of time before they all get up and leave the room. Will we still be friends after this?'
  • I hate when I just miss a call by the last ring (Hello? Hello? Dammit!), but when I immediately call back, it rings nine times and goes to voicemail. What'd you do after I didn't answer? Drop the phone and run away?
  • I hate leaving my house confident and looking good and then not seeing anyone of importance the entire day. What a waste.
  • When I meet a new girl, I'm terrified of mentioning something she hasn't already told me but that I have learned from some light internet stalking.
  • I like all of the music in my iTunes, except when it's on shuffle, then I like about one in every fifteen songs in my iTunes.
  • Why is a school zone 20 mph? That seems like the optimal cruising speed for pedophiles...
  • As a driver I hate pedestrians, and as a pedestrian I hate drivers, but no matter what the mode of transportation, I always hate cyclists.
  • Sometimes I'll look down at my watch 3 consecutive times and still not know what time it is.
  • It should probably be called Unplanned Parenthood.
  • I keep some people's phone numbers in my phone just so I know not to answer when they call.
  • Even if I knew your social security number, I wouldn't know what do to with it.
  • Even under ideal conditions people have trouble locating their car keys in a pocket, hitting the G-spot, and Pinning the Tail on the Donkey - but I’d bet my ass everyone can find and push the Snooze button from 3 feet away, in about 1.7 seconds, eyes closed, first time every time...
  • My 4-year old son asked me in the car the other day "Dad what would happen if you ran over a ninja?" How the hell do I respond to that?
  • It really pisses me off when I want to read a story on CNN.com and the link takes me to a video instead of text.
  • I wonder if cops ever get pissed off at the fact that everyone they drive behind obeys the speed limit.

heaven

Friday, January 7, 2011

Whoa, what happened?

Man, what happened to my blog? I take off for five months to have an adorable baby and when I come back to blogging, it looks different! I'm going to have to figure out why my blog doesn't look like my blog and try to fix it for you guys.

In the meantime, I just wanted to stop by and say hi. I told myself that since I have no time at home, I'd spend my breaks at work (now that I'm back, ugh) blogging. I haven't done it in the last two days, but today I read something about blogging posted by the Pioneer Woman that stuck with me. She said, Just blog (basically). Really she said you don't have to post a novel, just write something, and don't give in to writer's block.

So here I am, writing something.

And here's a picture of my absolutely adorable little offspring (no I'm not biased) who turned four months old on January 1st. I can't believe she's so big! On a related note, I turned 29 yesterday, January 6th, and I'm trying not to think about how old I am. It was the first birthday where it didn't feel like my birthday, and like it didn't matter that much anymore...and I wasn't sad about it. Guess that's what having kids does to you, makes you care more about others than yourself!


Bye-bye for now!