Friday, February 15, 2008
This gal hand-makes amazingly realistic foodie charms that SMELL as good as they look! No kidding. I have a cinnamon roll necklace as proof. There are also ADORABLE french and asian imports (mugs, toys, etc) to peruse so make sure you don't miss those.
Two warnings .... First, the gal can only make so many at one time so they sell out FAST. Especially the customizable items where you pick your own "flavor" (scent) so make sure you check back or get on the email list if you want something. Second (and this is a biggie) these are handmade so note the fine print in the FAQs that these sometimes can take weeks to make into your greedy little hands.
So what are you waiting for: www.pancakemeow.com
Once I got home, I got my Valentine's gift. I got a Slanket - for those of you not in the know, a Slanket is like a blanket but with sleeves. See: http://www.theslanket.com/. It is AWESOME and I have wanted one forevah! Yay! Those of you who know me know I have an almost neurotic need to be warm at all times. I hate watching TV with hubby in the basement cuz it gets sooo cold. Now I'm all fixed up! I immediately put it on, plopped down on the couch and could barely bring myself to get up when the folks showed up to watch Cora while hubby and I got ready for our night out.
Luckily Coco was happy with the Grands while I got ready. My reconstituted hair/makeup (no time to shower) worked out great and my new dress looked wonderful on. Hubby looked handsome as ever and off we set for our dinner. After our last "exciting" dinner out I was a little afraid of what we may end up with but let me tell you as expensive as it was (and it was - yikes) it was worth every penny. The meal was wonderful and the dessert even better - I actually closed my eyes a few times just to savor the homemade chocolate truffles and Panna Cotta). The waiter had his work down to an art form - always nearby but never intrusive and we never wanted for anything for even a second.
Baby Spinich Salad with chicpeas, bacon and lemon vinegarrette
Lobster gnocci with shrimp and cream sauce
Seasoned sea scallops in an aoli
Panna Cotta with strawberries and homemade chocolate truffles
Bottle of 2006 Forman Chardonnay
I gave hubby his gift - an iPod Touch - and he seems to love it! He was overdue for one, having never had an iPod before, but getting me one to have in the delivery room with me last year. Apple had his engraved on the back and so while not as traditionally sentimental as some gifts, I hope he'll love it just the same. Plus I got my card at dinner with some really wonderful sentiments (which will remain just for me) inside.
We arrived back home before 9:00 (wow) to find Coco sleeping peacefully and my mom making her bottles to store in the fridge for the next day. Mom and Dad bugged out to allow hubby and I to share some spouse time on the most romantic day of the year. It was all in all a wonderful night. Yes Coco still woke up a few times, and even needed to be rocked back to sleep once or twice (I think just to make sure mommy and daddy were there) but I didn't mind. And today I'm enjoying my "day off" - but that's for tomorrow's tale!
Thursday, February 14, 2008
Ok today is V-day. The day I’ve looked forward to alllll week. The day of joy and love and sunshine. Whatev. First of all, once again hubby slept through his shift and so at 1:30 I had to stumble out of bed to plug little scoots back in. An appropriate start to today I was to find out.
So this morning I get little scoots all ready in her cute little V-day outfit and need to take a photo to send to the fam. Normally my little angel is a ham for the camera and grins up a storm. Not today. I can’t get her to smile, daddy can’t get her to smile, in fact we can’t even get her to look up at the camera – her toes were far too interesting. Then, just as she looks up and flashes her (few) pearly whites, the *%&^$ dog jumps in the middle of the photo to sniff the baby. ARGH! I finally settle for a pic that at least shows her outfit - and the top of her head.
Now, after trying to host glamour shots in our foyer, I’m running late. So I run out to the car to start it. ^%*$*!!! Now I remember what that nagging feeling was last night that I needed to do something. My gas light is on. I can’t go get gas with scoots in the car in this frigid weather – I’m not leaving her in an unheated car while I pump gas. Soooo I run back in and tell her daddy that I have to take the other car and that he will be thrilled to know he is inheriting a car with the gas light on. I apologize profusely, but hubby is still pissy. Not what I need this morning.
So I get the car started, get
But by God I will not let this tarnish my Valentine’s! I WILL have a good day today damnit. I will have a wonderful evening and I will enjoy myself. Whether I like it or not.
Wednesday, February 13, 2008
Almost as long as I can remember I’ve hated pooping in public. Ever since third grade during our bathroom break when Juanita Harris announced “listen everyone, Kristi is going dooky”. I did not grow up with the “Everybody Poops” book. So, now anytime I have to go at a store, at a restaurant, or – the worst – at work, I cringe. Some people have a “shy bladder” and cannot pee in public. Well I apparently have a shy colon.
Here is my best “public pooping” tip. I call it the “pillow” effect. When you first are seated, take some toilet paper – enough to wrap around your hand a few times – and drop it on top of the water under your bum. Then, when you go, instead of hearing “plop” and being splashed with yuck water, the toilet paper gently cushions the incoming poo in silence. No one is the wiser.
After being subjected to my own personal hell twice at work today however and having it made worse by inconsiderate bathroom goers, allow me to please publish a list of my top five points of bathroom etiquette for those who are ill-informed:
1) First and foremost is the empty stall rule. Meaning, unless the bathroom is at capacity, you ALWAYS leave an empty stall between yourself and whomever is already going about their business. Nothing irks me more than having 5 other stalls open, and someone nestles up in the stall right next to you. Creepy.
2) The bathroom is for one purpose only. Do not hang around after washing your hands to reapply makeup, brush your hair, or gossip with a friend. Do your business and get on your merry little way.
3) For the sweet love of all that is holy, do NOT carry on a conversation on your cell phone in the bathroom. Even if – for some unknown reason – the person to whom you are talking doesn’t mind that you and others are in the process of eliminating bodily waste – I do! I don’t need to hear half a conversation and wonder if the other half can hear *me*.
4) Even if you recognize my shoes – no talking. I am not a captive audience, and I do not want to have a political discussion while I am in my private cubicle of sanctity. Not to mention I don’t need my presence announced to the masses (thank you very much Juanita).
5) If I was there first, and if you have the same “shy colon” issues I do… sorry honey. First in time, first in right. Come back later. Do not sit and tap your feet, clear your throat, twirl the paper roll or partake of any other attempt to get me to speed up my business so that you can undertake yours. It will have quite the opposite effect.
So hopefully this will help those less fortunate than myself. And by that I mean those who are ever around me when nature calls.
Tuesday, February 12, 2008
Considering my intake Friday night I'm feeling pretty good. Let me just briefly recap what I had at the comedy club (and thereafter): 2 cheeseburgers, 2 giant soft pretzels with queso dip, 3 pork potstickers, 3 glasses of white wine and a mixed drink. Yeah. I shoud've exploded sometime after the pretzels. But considering my weight loss, I am feeling more confident than ever in WW. I can't believe how NOT hungry I feel all the time. I had mint chocolate chip ice cream last night for cripes sake. This is a good thing.
The only downer I encountered was last night when I logged on, intending to go walk on my treadmill for half an hour, I quickly put in my stats to see how many "points" I would earn back by exercising. Walking on a treadmill at 3-5mph (which is a pretty brisk clip if you ask me) gets you one lousy, measly little point back. Quite honestly most nights I don't even use all my daily points. So what's the motivation?? Working out has always, always been my biggest hurdle to real weight loss. I just hate it. So to have it be so demotivating was a bummer. Gonna have to think hard how to mentally get around it. But all in all I'm moving in the right direction (just not at 3-5 mph for 30 mins).
This morning is a glorious morning. Even the two inches of snow that impeded my morning drive looked bright and fluffy as I sat in traffic. My eyes are bright and I’m sure if I had a tail it would be bushy.
Without further adieu, let me just get to the point: last night, for the first time in 13 months, I slept through the night! Yes, *I* did - not
I have not pulled this off since my second trimester of pregnancy. I was truly, truly starting to wonder if I would ever sleep through the night again. Glory be, my prayers were answered. On top of that, its Valentine’s week, and today I get a haircut. Hey it’s the little things but on top of a full night’s sleep they look grand.
I’m sure tonight we’ll be back to the night waking either to plug little one back in, or to check and see why she hasn’t woken up wanting to be plugged back in. It’s a no-win neurotic catch-22. All I know is that somehow, last night I escaped it and that memory will hopefully get me through the next 13 months.
Monday, February 11, 2008
So it’s the week of Valentine’s day. In my not so distant past I would have referred to the 14th as Black Thursday. No longer. This year I’m already looking forward to the big day. One of the many perks of having a “permanent boyfriend.” You see this will be the first Valentine’s day that we will really get to celebrate as a schmoopy couple. The first year we were dating (unbeknownst to me) Ryan was planning on proposing the following month and so kept things on V-day relatively low key. The year we were engaged we were alone in
I’m happy to say that hubby is on board this train and made dinner reservations at the new shi-shi restaurant in town back in late December! The plan is to put Coco down for the night around 6:30, change into the beautiful new dress hubby bought me at Christmas, turn the
As a little V-day bonus, hubby will take Coco on in to daycare on Friday and mommy will get to 1) sleep in, and 2) have the whooooole day to herself in a quiet house to clean, straighten, launder and veg to her heart’s content. It will be a little I Love Me fest. So, Black Thursday be banished – this year I’m planning on something red hot!
Sunday, February 10, 2008
Saturday morning as we were sitting on my couch chatting (she also happens to be in the insurance industry so its always interesting to talk with her) she mentioned she and her husband were heading to Hawaii next week on a company-sponsored trip (did I mention I miss my days in sales?). She then told me, with the sense of one being led to the executioner, what she was in town to shop for... swimwear. Oh I know that dread and pain.
I remember in high school and college - even law school really - I never understood why people would say they dreaded trying on swimsuits. Apart from trying to narrow down which one you looked cutest in, I saw no major issues. I honestly thought maybe people were just germ-phobes who didn't want to try on bits of fabric that had been way to close to strangers. Ahh naivety I hardly knew ye. Ok actually I knew ye well. Anyhoo... it reminded me that if hubby, Coco and I are going to take a warm-weather family vacation I am going to have to undergo the same torture.
The question now becomes do I pull the bandaid off now while there is still a veritable cornucopia of suits from which to choose, but endure the harsh glare of dressing room lights on "hail damage"... or do I wait until a couple more months into WWatchers and pray I can still find something adorable but avoid the "ok I'm never eating again" afternoon I may otherwise have? I just don't know yet. I'm leaning toward waiting. You know how any outfit can look cute on you if your hair and makeup are having a good day? I'm hoping that means that I could rock an "ok" suit as long as my body didn't look like I was trying to pull a spandex tarp over a mound of pebbles. Here's hopin.....