Thursday, April 30, 2009
Tuesday, April 28, 2009
It's a beautiful day in the neighborhood
WTF. Sigh... Okay. Where to begin?
I love my neighborhood. We have Progressive Dinners and awesome eateries and shops within walking distance. We have a cute house with a yard and flowering trees with robins nests.
I used to make fun of my grandma for peeking out of her window all the time. I called her a busy-body and a nosy-neighbor. I get it now. I peek out of my window, too. I don't peek to be nosy and see what my neighbors are doing, I peek because I love them. MOST of my neighbors are friendly and warm and would bend over backwards for Nick and me. If a strange car pulls up to their house, or a strange person walks around the side of their house, I want to make sure some crazy person isn't breaking into their house or something else nasty....
Did I mention I love MOST of my neighbors? That would be because EVERY neighborhood has the weirdos and the BBBAAAAADDDD (say that in a really spooky voice) neighbors.
I'll start with the weirdos. The couple that keeps to themselves. That will talk to your husband, but stop mid-thought and stand there for a minute before beginning again staring him in the face the whole time. The couple that for some reason loses their voice when I come out of my house. (Do they hate me?) The couple that never comes to the neighborhood parties (except that once...) The couple that has 2 dogs, but no kids, oh wait... they treat their dogs like misbehaved kids. Oh! AND, they let them out to bark and bark and bark. They bark at nothing and everything and never shut up. They act like they're going to jump the fence (which they've done) and eat our faces off if we walk in our yard. They bark at 7pm when I'm in my bedroom with a wet washcloth over my face because my migraine is blinding and pounding and oh, god, make them stop! Then, the very next morning, they're barking at 6:30 in the freaking morning! FINALLY, the weirdo neighbors take them in, and I think it's over. I can sleep for 15 more minutes before I get up to get ready for work. But my head still hurts, so I lay there as long as possible. AND THEN THEY COME OUT AGAIN AT 7:15 TO BARK FOR ANOTHER 15 MINUTES! I've never wished harm to animals. I love animals. I feel guilty for my face wash which was manufactured by a company that tests on animals. I feel guilty for my chicken sandwich. I wish these freakin dogs would just go away. Hey neighbor - it's called DOG OBEDIENCE SCHOOL.
Oh. That was a tangent. I was supposed to blog about the BBBAAAAADDDD (say that in a really spooky voice) neighbors, which have managed to piss me off at the exact same time as the weirdo neighbors.... Stay tuned.
I love my neighborhood. We have Progressive Dinners and awesome eateries and shops within walking distance. We have a cute house with a yard and flowering trees with robins nests.
I used to make fun of my grandma for peeking out of her window all the time. I called her a busy-body and a nosy-neighbor. I get it now. I peek out of my window, too. I don't peek to be nosy and see what my neighbors are doing, I peek because I love them. MOST of my neighbors are friendly and warm and would bend over backwards for Nick and me. If a strange car pulls up to their house, or a strange person walks around the side of their house, I want to make sure some crazy person isn't breaking into their house or something else nasty....
Did I mention I love MOST of my neighbors? That would be because EVERY neighborhood has the weirdos and the BBBAAAAADDDD (say that in a really spooky voice) neighbors.
I'll start with the weirdos. The couple that keeps to themselves. That will talk to your husband, but stop mid-thought and stand there for a minute before beginning again staring him in the face the whole time. The couple that for some reason loses their voice when I come out of my house. (Do they hate me?) The couple that never comes to the neighborhood parties (except that once...) The couple that has 2 dogs, but no kids, oh wait... they treat their dogs like misbehaved kids. Oh! AND, they let them out to bark and bark and bark. They bark at nothing and everything and never shut up. They act like they're going to jump the fence (which they've done) and eat our faces off if we walk in our yard. They bark at 7pm when I'm in my bedroom with a wet washcloth over my face because my migraine is blinding and pounding and oh, god, make them stop! Then, the very next morning, they're barking at 6:30 in the freaking morning! FINALLY, the weirdo neighbors take them in, and I think it's over. I can sleep for 15 more minutes before I get up to get ready for work. But my head still hurts, so I lay there as long as possible. AND THEN THEY COME OUT AGAIN AT 7:15 TO BARK FOR ANOTHER 15 MINUTES! I've never wished harm to animals. I love animals. I feel guilty for my face wash which was manufactured by a company that tests on animals. I feel guilty for my chicken sandwich. I wish these freakin dogs would just go away. Hey neighbor - it's called DOG OBEDIENCE SCHOOL.
Oh. That was a tangent. I was supposed to blog about the BBBAAAAADDDD (say that in a really spooky voice) neighbors, which have managed to piss me off at the exact same time as the weirdo neighbors.... Stay tuned.
Thursday, April 23, 2009
No news really is good news
It's been a while, but I have an excuse. No - really - I do. Since my 4 devoted readers already know, it's time to fess up....
I'm pregnant!
I just had my 16 week checkup and the doc said it was the "perfect 16 week" appointment. So... that's good, right?
This was the first appt I told Nick he didn't need to come to with me. I figured we heard the heartbeat at the last appointment, right? I regret that now.... It was nearly impossible to hear last time. The doctor kept digging into me trying to get us to hear the heartbeat, but it was so faint over my loud whooshing heartbeat. This time was totally different. The doctor plopped the dobbler down on my stomach, and there it was. Thumping loud and FAST! Not to mention he/she kept kicking the doppler! The dr said the baby was REALLY active. I had to admit that I'd just fed my baby sugary caffinated iced tea to get it all hyped up. :)
The previous 12 or so weeks, not so much fun. And not nearly so rewarding. I have been sick and tired and stressed. I won't go on and on with the boring (somewhat disgusting) details, but let me just say that so far, I would only have recommended this to my worst enemy. I hear it gets better though....
I'm pregnant!
I just had my 16 week checkup and the doc said it was the "perfect 16 week" appointment. So... that's good, right?
This was the first appt I told Nick he didn't need to come to with me. I figured we heard the heartbeat at the last appointment, right? I regret that now.... It was nearly impossible to hear last time. The doctor kept digging into me trying to get us to hear the heartbeat, but it was so faint over my loud whooshing heartbeat. This time was totally different. The doctor plopped the dobbler down on my stomach, and there it was. Thumping loud and FAST! Not to mention he/she kept kicking the doppler! The dr said the baby was REALLY active. I had to admit that I'd just fed my baby sugary caffinated iced tea to get it all hyped up. :)
The previous 12 or so weeks, not so much fun. And not nearly so rewarding. I have been sick and tired and stressed. I won't go on and on with the boring (somewhat disgusting) details, but let me just say that so far, I would only have recommended this to my worst enemy. I hear it gets better though....
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