2.22.2015

notes from february 21st

This is the second weekend in a row that my fun plans have had to be cancelled. Weekend plans are typically against my religion, but I was very excited about these. Mother Nature wouldn't allow it and gave us back-to-back blizzards. Which is why I've been looking through pictures of previous trips to California in iPhoto (palm trees, beaches, warmth, In-n-Out Burger...hold me sweet Jesus). It reminds me that there's life after -20 degrees.


The good thing about cancelled plans is that we're snowed in (not really, but I like to pretend we are and use it as an excuse to make more waffles), which forces me to rest and get some things done. Everyone tells me to "sleep now! before the baby comes!" and "rest! sleep! you'll never get to again!" Aside from the alarmist nature of these comments, I would be all for that if I didn't have a full time job and didn't still need to do things like laundry and cooking and cleaning and nesting....oh, the nesting. Not to mention, sleep? Are you kidding me? I wake up 12 times a night because everything hurts, but mainly because the Richter scale hits a 5.3 every time I attempt to roll over in bed.

I have been managing to rest today, though. We've been watching Blue Bloods on Netflix lately, and I can't tell you how much we love this show. I adore Tom Selleck. He's such a comforting father-figure. I want him and his mustache to read me stories before bed. We watched an episode this afternoon, and one of the cops mentioned meatball subs. I have never in my life wanted a meatball sub or even a meatball, but in that moment I have never wanted anything more. Balls of meat have always grossed me out, but now? They are balls of heaven. James went out in the snow and brought me home my very first meatball sub, and it's now what I want for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. With a side of meatloaf.


I also splurged on some yogurt covered raisins at the grocery store last night. I went to grab a handful just now and the bag fell and dumped most of the raisins between the couch cushions. I need Tom Selleck to talk me through this difficult time. Also, our kitchen light stopped working Friday night, and the bulb is weird so only maintenance can replace it, and they can't come until Monday or Tuesday. I'll be cooking by candlelight this weekend like Laura Ingalls Wilder. If Laura Ingalls Wilder pulled her purple fuzzy socks up over her leggings, that is.

In other news, the She and Him Pandora station is top notch. It makes me want to grab some ballet flats and a cardigan and prance through a field while my beachy waves and polka dot skirt flounce in the breeze. I'm so into the whole thing I might even paint my nails pink. I'm thinking of burning a lemon candle next time I listen to it so I can fully transport myself to spring. If only I could get my paws on some tulips. I'm craving tulips! Speaking of spring, it's Lent. I've never participated in Lent before, but I'd like to think pregnancy is technically a 9 month Lent. I nearly wrestled a girl to the floor at work the other day when she mentioned she had gouda dip at her desk. I envy anyone who doesn't have to track their caffeine intake. I daydream about lunch meat, even though I find it as gross as I used to find meatballs. I'm so close to the end, though, so I'll stop complaining. There better be a latte, a turkey & cheddar sandwich, and spicy tuna rolls at my bedside within seconds of giving birth. And maybe a strong drink. I'll need it.


I think I want to take up embroidery. I know. How youthful of me! All the knitting I've been doing has been fulfilling me so much that I want to dive headfirst into the realms of yarn and thread. I'm looking for more knitting projects, and I found fabric that is just asking me to embroider something on it for baby girl. I have no doubt it will look like a drunk monkey embroidered it with his toes, but I'm looking forward to it. Maybe more lightbulbs will burn out so I can embroider by candlelight, but I'm not sure 2015 can handle that much 1880. Someone's iPhone might implode or something.


I was just about to tell you about the hugest shock of my life, but I just spilled ice cold water down my shirt, and I think that trumps what happened Friday. At least it did for about 30 seconds. Anyway, so Friday. I was walking through the office to hand a file to someone. It was a rare day we had to dress up, so I was wearing my one dress that still fits, but it hangs so that I look 13 months pregnant with twins. This isn't an exaggeration. I was walking with my head down (to avoid human interaction, you know), when I heard someone say "Michelle? Is that you?" I looked up to see a girl from HIGH SCHOOL. High school! Standing a few feet in front of me, apparently employed at the same place I am, over an hour from where we grew up. The odds! She was always so sweet in school, so it was nice to see her, but a high school reunion was the last thing I was expecting on a Friday afternoon at work. She looked amazing and I was an unmentionable amount of pounds heavier, swollen, and limping from sciatica.

It's just too bad the lightbulbs above us hadn't burned out, too.

11 comments:

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  2. I never understood the "sleep while you can" sentiment. You can't bank sleep! A 12 hour night won't help you feel better if the next two nights you only get 3 hours. So don't feel bad about not having time to sleep. :)

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  3. Tom Selleck is so special to me, too, mostly because I spent a good part of my youth watching and re-watching Three Men and A Baby and Three Men and a Little Lady. I have them on DVD. I think I might be the only person in the world who owns these DVDs, but anyway. Tom and his mustache have a very special place in my heart. Now I want to watch Blue Bloods.

    I was just telling my sister last week that needlepointing (not a word, but I am pretending it is) on those embroidery hoops looks like fun and she laughed at me. WHATEVER.

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  4. Blue Bloods <3

    I had to skip your paragraph about meatball subs because I can't think of anything more gross than squishy balls of meat making bread all soggy. *shiver*

    Is your blanket done?

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  5. I now crave a meatball sub. Alas, I have thawed only chicken for dinner today. Oh well.

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  6. A meatball sub sound pretty good right about now. But only if there's cheddar cheese. Melted all over it. Of my gosh. And waffles. Am I in heaven or just my own food fantasy?

    Why would you want to sleep when you can do so much more while it's still quiet?

    Yes! We all need to be reminded that there's life after winter. Someday we'll be warm again but then we'll have to stop with the scarves and sweaters and socks. I wish the next season was fall instead of spring. Less slushy.

    I fear seeing high school people. Thank God none of them are psychotic enough to live out here.

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  7. A meatball sub sound pretty good right about now. But only if there's cheddar cheese. Melted all over it. Of my gosh. And waffles. Am I in heaven or just my own food fantasy?

    Why would you want to sleep when you can do so much more while it's still quiet?

    Yes! We all need to be reminded that there's life after winter. Someday we'll be warm again but then we'll have to stop with the scarves and sweaters and socks. I wish the next season was fall instead of spring. Less slushy.

    I fear seeing high school people. Thank God none of them are psychotic enough to live out here.

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  8. Well, the sleep thing is a little silly, but it's probably said way too much because that's one of the first things you miss after having a baby. Although, there's nothing like taking 10 naps a day because you're napping when the baby's napping. I'll never get to do that again.... bummer.

    Cross-stitching is my calling. I've always thought about embroidery, too. Do it!

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  9. LOL- enjoy those meatball subs lady!! I actually have never had one and though I like meatballs with spaghetti, the idea of them on a sandwich weirds me out. I don't know how I'll ever give up cold cuts/subs if I'm pregnant though. I am weirdly addicted- I'm gross, I know.

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  10. I love you, as always.
    Also, I'm glad you wanted to avoid everyone. I do the same thing, especially at the local Wal-Mart and such. ;)

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  11. Ha! They just scheduled my ten year high school reunion for the week I'm due. Ummmmm, no thank you.

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