At the Movies - SALT

SALT is one of those I'm-a-spy, I've-been-wronged, I-use-all-my-awesome-spy-skills-to-save-myself-and-the-world, kind of movies.  Angelina Jolie plays CIA agent Evelyn Salt.  One tough broad.  One day, a former Soviet government bad guy walks into the Agency in an attempt to defect.  In exchange for help, he offers the agency information about a double agent.  He names Salt as the double agent, while she is the one interrogating him.  He tells her that she will be the one to assassinate the Russian president at an upcoming event.  All of a sudden Salt finds herself being ushered to a secure room, while the agency contemplates her fate.  She manages to get away, so she can prove her innocence and find the people behind the assassination conspiracy.  But her actions cast doubt about her motives, and we are left wondering: Who is Salt?

I wanted to like this movie.  Really, I did.  I like spy movies.  I like action movies.  And I don't even mind Angelina Jolie.  I can forgive her for Mr. and Mrs. Smith, because I liked the Tomb Raider movies.  But SALT was not that great.  I didn't hate it.  But I didn't like it either.  It was a little more predictable than I like in a spy movie, and the story was actually not that interesting.  And the worst part about this movie was the ending, which obviously left the door open for a SALT2.  Wide open.  So open that I felt like the story didn't really end.  All in all, another fail for Angelina.

I know a lot of people hated this one.  I didn't hate it.  I was still entertained.  But I would only recommend this one to those of you who have seen everything else and are still in the mood to catch a flick at the theater.  Otherwise, if you're mildly curious about it, then wait to rent it. 

Nice Boy Continued

The next week we took his mom's dog out to Fort Langley for a walk, where we enjoyed some pizza and some lattes. We still got along well, but at this point I could tell he was starting to like me more, but I was starting to like him less. He was a super nice guy, just not for me. It kind of made it worse that I'd just met both of his parents, AND both his brothers. I decided to try and make it work, and try to make myself like him. I have decided at this point in my life that I need to find a NICE guy, and not a super good looking one that will screw me over.

He took me into a park that was his old hangout, and had his arms around me and was telling me how he liked me. It would have been the perfect makeout spot, but I wasn't really feeling it. I agreed to come over to his place for Easter dinner.

He took me home and kissed me again. It was the same as last time. I tried to kind of get it going a little, but no luck. When he pulled away he says: "You're a really light kisser." WHAT? I was kind of stunned for a minute. "Um, I was just thinking the same thing about you," I stammered. "Well, I hope that's not a bad thing," he replied. "Um, no, um, of course not." I lied. How do you tell a 25-year-old they're no good with their lips? Then I went inside. I had no idea what the problem was; we were two people in our mid-twenties, and we just couldn't have a good kiss. Maybe it was just lack of chemistry, I don't know.

For Thanksgiving I made an awesome salad, then headed out to his new place in Burnaby for some potluck. Here are where the signs that I didn't like him (as much as I was trying) really started to come out:

1. I sat on an ottoman by myself so he couldn't try to cuddle me.

2. I found myself being attracted to one of his friends. This friend is a major player (exactly the type of guy I'm trying to stay away from) but I couldn't help it.

We ate dinner, then sat around and talked. At this point Nice Boy grabbed his guitar, and sat away from everyone playing it and singing to himself. This was the last straw for me. I mean, it was just weird. Before I left he was trying to cuddle up to me and put his arm around me and I pulled away.

I never heard from him again. I think at the end of the night when I ran away with a hug and no kiss he kind of got the hint. It's sort of sad, because I honestly would have liked to be friends with him, but after no call for a week or two I'm not going to call him being all "let's be friends now!" Too weird. So I just left it at that.

A few weeks later I noticed that my cousin was a mutual friend on Facebook. She told me that he actually dated one of her friends years ago... and it was a weird situation too. Maybe I dodged a bullet.

Googlicious

I have a program called Statcounter, that tells me who's visiting my blog, from where, and what they searched to get there. The usual searches are mainly something like "hottest hockey players," "female pheromones," "Single white female BC" etc.

Sometimes I get some that are especially interesting:

"How to pull off the girlfriend switcheroo"

"Why are all the hottest guys white?"

"Natures love potion"

"Brendan Shanahan dating Carrie Underwood" (Um, nope, married to Mike Fischer.)

"stigmatism" OR "astigmatism" OR "nearsighted" OR "shortsighted" OR "sighted" OR "glasses" OR "contacts" (Wow, this person does their research!)

"What to wear to my first East Indian wedding"

"hockey player hot mullets"

"Mike Cammalleri shirtless" (Fairly common)

"Photobomb" + "Neck Brace"

"meeting hockey players" (One word: Roxy)

"single white female vanilla" (I prefer the term "cracker")

"blow job in single white female movie"

"indian dot on my forehead"

"take my flower" (Are you cute? I'll think about it.)

"virtue moir" (I don't even know what this means, so no idea how it linked to me)

Keep up the good work, random Googlers. You make me smile! :)

Nice Boy

The week after my birthday I finally got to go out with the cute boy I'd met at the office. He picked me up and we went to Earl's for some drinks and appies. We got along really well; we were having one of those really great conversations about everyting: our families, friends, work, love, futures. We seemed to be on the same page about a lot of things... Except that he planned to move to Switzerland or Sweden(I forget which country exactly,) in a year to work for a while. I had about 3 martinis and was on the drunker side of life, but still able to function. He took me home and dropped me off. I was hoping for a kiss, but nope, denied.

We went out again a few days later. Since I'd made him plan the last date, this time it was my turn. We headed out Castly Fun Park in Abbotsford to play some mini golf, boozed up slushies and all. It was a lot of fun. We were laughing, and joking, and cheating a little. Then we went back to his place to play a little pool. (He lives in a house with his dad and brother, so the dining room was turned into a TV room, and the pool table was in the living room area.) He also started teaching me how to play guitar. It is not easy. For those of you who have never tried, you have to hold down the strings really hard, and it hurts your finger. I was doing ok though.

He drove me home, and this time I did get a kiss... but it wasn't quite what I expected. It was sort of... soft. Not that I like my face to be ravaged when I'm kissed, soft is better than completely rough, but it was like kissing a pillow. Put a little bit of tension into those lips! The problem is, how do you "teach" someone to kiss, when they aren't exactly a teenager anymore? Hmmm.

Birthday Bowling

My birthday was tonnes of fun this year. I wasn't into the whole clubbing scene, so I invited a bunch of friends for dinner, and then to hit up the bowling alley.

I arrived at dinner, and there was a big group waiting for me, with huge bouquets of flowers... my fave! It was mostly my coupled-up friends, and co-workers. We ate at Galini Greek Kouzina, and as always the food was fantastic. As was the booze, obviously. I ate, drank, and circulated around the table, talking to everyone.

After dinner we left and headed to my house for a little pre-drinking before the bowling alley. (Not liscenced? What?) This is when my second shift of friends showed up, with more flowers, and Van Gogh Vodka minis. Mmm. Honestly, with the amount of flowers I had on the table one of my friends mentioned that it looked like a funeral. Lovely.

Time got away from us and the bowling alley phoned, asking where we were. Coincidentally I'd just found out that my friend's aunt and uncle own the alley, and it was his cousin working, so he sorted everything out... aaaannnddd got us FREE bowling!

We arrived at the bowling alley, donned some fake moustaches from the loonie machine at the door, and got to playing. It was "disco bowling" at that time of night, so the disco ball was going, and the old-school 90's music was playing. I had a blast. Even though I was by FAR the worst bowler there. We'll just blame it on my being loaded, but really, I'd have sucked that bad anyways.

The cute guy I'd met at work the week before wasn't able to come, because his brother had randomly showed up from out of town, but we made plans to hang out later in the week.

After the bowling alley, I don't even remember what happened. Part of my brain is telling me I went to Gabby's... part of my brain is telling me I just went home. If anyone wants to fill me in, that would be great!

All in all, it was an amazing bday, and I want to thank all my friends that came out and made it a wonderful night!

Thoughtless Thursday: Short and Sick Edition

Yep, that's right.  I'm still not feeling so hot.  This being dehydrated thing is NO FUN!  Word to the wise.  WEAR SUNSCREEN when you're in the pool for 2+ hours and have no idea how much sun you're getting.  I think I'm on the mend but definately not feeling 100% yet.  SO as a result this TT is not going to be very extensive.  But I wanted to make sure I got it up this morning so y'all could all play along and so I could come see what everyone posted!  So, without further ado, time for ...

And today I wanted to share with you what the bump.com sends me for baby updates.  Here is the disturbing illustration that came for my 23 week baby update yesterday ...

I'm sure the artist tried to draw a darling little baby illustration, however this leads me to believe I'm growing a Howie Mandel mini-me in my uterus instead of the darling little baby I've been imagining.  I'll stick to Baby Center's vajayjay diagram updates, even if they do label every part of my female anatomy on it.

And that's it from me for this TT.  I told you.  Short and sick, which basically means I'm going to go park my hiney back on the couch like I did yesterday and try and drink as much fluids as I can without making myself vom.  I'm looking forward to seeing what pictures y'all post (and for you newbies you basically post any random pictures you want, no matter HOW random, explain if you want or don't, your call)!!!  Happy Thoughtless Thursday!!!

Shoe of the Moment - Zamberlan Civetta

Hands down the best hiking boots I've ever owned.  I have been wearing mine for years and years and they're still awesome.  They're comfy, and tough all rolled into one awesome package.  No rolling your ankle on rough ground with these on!  I have worn them hiking through a creek, on sand, on rocks, through steep terrain, and everything in between.  These boots are to footwear what all terrain tires are to cars.  So if you're going on some long hikes, or going on a backpacking trip, check out the Zamberlan line.  They're not cheap, but they wear like a dream and last forever, so you'll get your money's worth.  And no matter what hiking boot you choose, it's always best to go to a reputable outdoor gear dealer and have someone fit you. 

MIA Yesterday ... And Maybe A Bit Today ...

Hi sweet blog friends!  I'm SO sorry for the MIA'ness yesterday, I started my day out at about 6:30am delivering this ...

To this guy ...

Before he went in to surgery.  That's my daddy.  He had rotator cuff surgery yesterday at 7am.  I ended up staying at the hospital until about 6:30pm with him, making sure he could eat, get things he needed, etc.  Poor guy, what kind of luck is it to have to have your RIGHT rotator cuff operated on.  He's going to have to learn to do everything with his left hand for at least the next 6 weeks while he's in that awesome cast.  The doc says it will be about 6 months until he's fully recovered.  However he told me he thinks that "Pops" (what the baby will call him) will be able to hold his grandson when he gets here in November.

On top of being MIA all day I've been feeling pretty sick.  Since about Monday afternoon-ish I've felt naseous, heart-burny, achy and tired.  The nurses at the hospital yesterday took my temp several times to make sure I didn't have one (and I didn't thank goodness) so they think I might be dehydrated from the sunburn I gave myself on Saturday.  However, I've tried and TRIED to drink tons of water but it just makes me feel more naseous.  I did wake up last night sweating so I'm not sure if I had a fever and it broke or if that's just being pregnant and hot all the time.  I'm really not able to keep much down for the moment, but I've put a call into the doc and luckily we have our 24 week appt. on Friday so if nothing else I'll make sure everything's okay then.  As for me, I'm heading back to bed.  And Koda bear's coming with me.  He doesn't feel too good either, the Mister came home to poop all over the house (Koda NEVER poops in the house) yesterday evening and then he pooped a bit of blood (sorry for all the poop talk, those with kids and pets understand) however he's been eating just fine and acting his normal self.  I'm going to watch him and see if we need to take him to the vet.  But like I said, for now we're going to go curl up on the couch and not leave unless nature calls.

Oh and one more funny fact.  Apparently (when I actually FEEL like eating) this little active baby boy likes him some kiddie sugary cereals as evidenced from the picture of my most recent grocery store purchase ...

Ridiculous right?  I do have to say that the one I've tried so far (the Marshmallow one) is pretty dang good.  I have high expectations for the cupcake version ...

Have a great day loverlies!!!

Some Inspiration

Happy Tuesday everyone!

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Weekend O' Fun & Dreams O' Creepiness ...

Good morning girls and boy (the Mister)!  I trust you've all had as fantabulous weekends as I did?  At least I hope you did ... Friday the Mister came home from being out of town ALL WEEK (you didn't even know he was gone right?  I don't divulge that on the blog, it is public you know, letting the WWW know you're home alone all week = probably not a good idea) and poor guy went STRAIGHT to bed.  He had tired eyes, I don't know if any of your misters get tired eyes but when mine has them, it's best to get him to sleep QUICK.  And I mean quick.  Like he was a sleep by 9:00.  Which left this pregnant insomniac some time to try and provide y'all with some BUMP pics!!!  It's not easy when you're taking them of yourself, but I think they turned out okay ...

{First attempt.  Notsomuch belly, moresomuch extreme close-up of the face ...}

{Definately my fave. Not bad for taking it of myself eh?}

So there's your 22 1/2 week bump pic.  Saturday we went to the pool for a few hours in the morning and then the Mister and I went and had an old man and woman date.  As in we ate lunch (at Snuffer's, I had a cheese fries craving, fat fairy rearing it's ugly wings again) at 2pm, went to a matinee movie (Inception.  AMAZING but I think you should have to take an IQ test before you see it.  Because I'm not sure I'd have passed.) and were home, showered and watching TV by 7pm.  On a Saturday night.  I will say we were NICE and rested on Sunday morning on our way to church.  Yesterday we just took care of stuff around the house, I put together the shower list for the shower that my MOH is throwing me and we turned in early.  A pretty laid back wonderful weekend if you ask me!

Now, onto the creepiness.  Something they tell you about in some of the books with pregnancy but you can't understand until you experience them.  Crazy, JACKED UP pregnancy dreams.  Let me expound upon that a little for you.  Let's start with the first of 3 dreams that I had 3 nights in a row.  I'm pretty sure there were a lot more parts involved, because you know when you wake up you can remember the dream being WAY more jacked up than you're remembering, but you can't remember why.  I do know that I dreamt that I had the baby, however it was about 4 months early, but amazingly it was full term (size wise) and it was a GIRL?  And that's really all I can remember.  The second night, I had almost the exact same dream however it was a boy.  And I forgot to feed him for 3 days.  Who gets mom of the year award?  I do.  The THIRD night is the most jacked up and by jacked up I mean eff'ed up.  In this dream I have the baby, however I don't remember having him.  Wouldn't this be nice if the pain is this minimal in real life?  "Oh it was so easy i almost don't REMEMBER the pain."  Right.  And he's full term and for some reason I'm not sure where the Mister is in this dream.  During the dream I leave the baby (WITH someone I'm guessing?  You know how things always seem perfectly logical in dreams when they're perfectly not) and realize it's been almost 11 hours since I've been home and that I need to get home (apparently I think the baby is a puppy and he needs to be "let out") and when I walk in the door I hear him crying.  So I go into his room (the place in my dream is not our house, I have no IDEA who's house it is, but again, perfectly logical in dreamland) to pick him up and he SITS UP.  Mind you, this baby is a few days old and LOOKS a few days old.  He then proceeds to TALK TO ME and at this point I notice he has a full set of teeth.  STILL ON A NEWBORN'S BODY.  I then decide I'll try and breastfeed him (because, who WOULDN'T pick up a newborn baby with a full set of teeth having an actual conversation with you and try and BREASTFEED IT?  Logical right?) and I'll just say this, HIS TEETH HURT!!!  And he laughed about it.  And then I wake up.  Horrified.  And really confused.  What the heck does this mean?  That I'm not sure of my baby's sex?  That I think I'm having twins?  That I think my baby will be smarter than me at a week old and also be a creepier (if possible) form of a Chucky Doll!?!  Or that I'm just having some jacked up dreams.  I'm hoping it's the latter.  We'll leave it up to the authorities to decide (and by authorities I mean the ones that are going to come and take me away in a lovely, white, jacket ...)

That's it from me for today loves!!!  Have a wonderful start to your week!!!

At the Movies - The Sorcerer's Apprentice

Balthazar's love, Veronica, is trapped in a magical urn for all eternity.  To rescue her, Balthazar must first free and defeat several evil powerful sorcerers trapped in layers around her.  To defeat these sorcerers, Balthazar must first find the prime merlinian - a descendant of Merlin who is born with potential to be a great and powerful sorcerer.

After searching for centuries, Balthazar finally identifies Dave as the prime merlinian.  Unfortunately, Dave is an awkward dorky boy who lacks the self-confidence to even accept the possibility that he may be a powerful sorcerer.  But Balthazar won't leave Dave alone, as he has been searching for so long, and is desperate to finally free Veronica.  With reluctance, Dave agrees to let Balthazar teach him magic, though it is questionable whether he will even survive the training. 

The Sorcerer's Apprentice was very much a Disney movie.  Wholesome.  Good versus evil.  Brimming with life lessons.  If you are not a fan of Disney movies, then skip this one.  However, if you are like me, and find Disney movies entertaining then you will like The Sorcerer's Apprentice.  It was a good story and it was well done.  The Sorcerer's Apprentice will transport you to a world where giant steel eagles fly, carpets can turn into quicksand, and  rings give the wearer special powers.  A world where anything is possible.  A world of magic.  And in the end, in true Disney fashion, you can rest assured that good will triumph over evil, and the ending will be predictably happy.  The very formula that hooks me in every time.  So if you're in need of a little magic and some good entertainment, then The Sorcerer's Apprentice is for you.  This would be a good one for a family movie outing.

No Time Friday ...

Morning glories!  I literally have about 3 minutes to blog so this will be short and sweet.  Why do I only have 3 minutes?  Because I'm meeting one of my favorite women in world (and my namesake) ...

{My Mamo.  And I've decided to post pictures of my skinny days.  To motivate me of course, and to remind me that if I was once there I can get there again.  After sweet baby boy gets here of course!}

In like 45 minutes for lunch and my hair's still in a towel ...

BUT, I wanted to show y'all a few things I got yesterday while out shopping with my Mama being a productive housewife.

{I needed a new robe because a size medium doesn't fit around this not-so size medium belly anymore.  Best part besides being cute?  It was $6.99!  Hooray for Macy's!  Thank you Mama!}

{And I might be more excited about this than I've been about anything I've gotten in a long time.  It's baby boy's birthstone on a gorgeous ring.  A citrine.  I've been looking for his birthstone on something for a long time and we found this beauty yesterday.  I'm in LOVE with it!  Thank you Mama!}

And that's about it for today's post.  I usually link up with Jen over at her blog for Favorite Friday's but today's subject is "Favorite Healthy Snack" and sadly, since I've been pregnant all the answers I would have said pre-pregnancy no longer apply.  Only sandwiches and cereal really "sound" good these days!  Not that I'm naseaus, it's just grilled meat and veggies no longer appeal to me (or apparently baby boy, he is his father's son for SURE, no wonder he only wants pizza and Chick Fil-A!) 

I hope y'all have wonderful, summer fun filled weekends loves!!!  Sorry to be so short and sweet today, I'm sure you didn't mind ;-)

Loving the Neutral Look

Burberry recently released a GORGEOUS looking line of cosmetics. Great concept.  It's basically sheer colors for more natural fresh looks.  I love the makeup in the promo picture.

Natural makeup with that bit of smokey eye shadow for a bit of a modern edge.  I have not been able to play with this range yet, but check naturalNchicMakeup for some great swatches and reviews of the entire range.

I love looking at promo ads for inspiration.  Here are some of my other faves for the clean classic look.

 

Just keep in mind that a lot of the time, the makeup used in the adverts is not even the brand's own.  So resist the urge of running out and spending lots of money on 'new' or 'limited edition' colors, when you already have something similar at home.

Birthday Playa

My birthday was on a Monday. At the office I was working at that day no one but one girl knew or cared. The one girl got me flowers though, which was very much appreciated. Oh yeah... they did get me a card, that they all signed AFTER the fact, and that I got the next day. Thanks.

I worked the Tuesday at one of my other offices, where they DO care. I got a card, ON TIME, and also a cake.I had left at lunch because I had a cancellation, and came back to the surprisecake, but it was too late to cut it then, so we decided to have the cake near the end of the work day.

Fast forward to the end of the day, and I was walking my patient out. There was a surprise waiting for me at the front: a cute boy under the receptionist's desk, trying to fix the computer for her. After chatting for a bit I invited him back to have cake with us for all his efforts.

He came back and ate cake as well as he could, as he'd just gotten a filling done and was super frozen still. Poor guy.

We all got to talking, and I mentioned that he should come out for my birthday that weekend, because we were going bowling, and who doesn't like bowling?

After talking for a bit more, everyone else had to get back to work and it was just met and him... and he asked me for my phone number. I gave it to him, while being super nervous and saying dumb things. He actually wanted to come out bowling! I was stoked! He also kept texting me over the next couple days, and things seemed to be going well, so far!

Olympics - Ice Dance

As well as getting tickets for the Opening Ceremonies, I had gotten some to go see Ice Dance with my friend Elise. I headed downtown in the morning to get a jump on the day, and after fetching Elise some fast food breakfast and waiting about an hour and a half for her to get ready we hit the town.

We had a short time for her to show me all the touristy Olympic attractions, before grabbing the Olympic shuttle bus down to the arena.

First stop: walking across the Cambie street bridge. This is where I got my first taste of the crazy billboards. They were on like half the buildings... and I liked it. For some reason that I do not, know except that it's just in true Elise fashion, she had attached a cow bell to her purse. Every step was jingle, jingle, jingle. Let's just say she got her fair share of strange looks, with a few dirty looks thrown in. I have to admit though, it made her much easier to find in a crowd.

Next stop: Robson square. The lineup to take the 10 second zipline across the square was demented. There were people lining up for approximately 6 hours. I had heard the wait was upto 8 hours on other days. Really? A whole day for a 10 second zip ride? It would be fun, but no thanks. We walked down the stairs to take a peek at the open-air ice skating area, and we were just in time: the mascots were making an appearance! Unfortunately my view was blocked by a bunch of CHILDREN! Ugh! Who let them out in public!

On one street were cutouts of different Olympics sports that you can wedge your body into and take pictures. Unfortunately for me I tried to take the form of a ski jumper... and pulled my neck badly. Maybe this one should be for the kids, after all. Also there were cute little Japanese lanterns strung up that kids from the elementary schools had painted.

We headed down to the courthouse, which was decorated beautifully with large pictures of cherry blossoms. The Olympic countdown clock was here too. Oh, and of course there were hippies protesting the seal hunt. Normally I don't take much notice of protesters... but these ones had cute flags. And no one can resist a cute flags. I mean, "Club Soda, not Seals" !? It takes cute to the next level!

The final stop downtown before heading to the ice dancing for the day was of course, the Olympic cauldron. Of course it was surrounded by an unsightly fence so crazies couldn't try to climb it and set their hair on fire (this IS Vancouver, after all), but it was ok. We got some pics from a little farther away and all was well. It was really cool to see this.

We headed to the bus stop to grab the Olympic bus to the Pacific Coliseum. The best part about the bus ride was the super-loud guy on the bus, who clearly was from somewhere that is NOT Vancouver, sounding off about how he knows everything about the city. And he kept being wrong. For example: "We're heading down now to the TNE." Umm buddy, it's the PNE.

Just as we were entering the arena we saw the man of our dreams: Quatchi. And since I was with Elise, and we're both up for anything, we did what any normal girl in her mid-twenties would do: we ran towards him. We had almost lost him, when he headed down a ramp, so we started to yell: "Quaaaattttcchhhiiiii!!!!" It was great, his "handlers" stopped him, (and Sumi too) and they posed as we took pictures. And then they threw us some mascot pins. It was amazeballs.

We found our seats, watched the warmup, and then the show started. When we had first purchased tickets we'd just wanted any kind of ice skating, and boy-oh-boy, that is what we got. It was the 2nd out of 3 days of ice dance, and we were watching the "Original Dance." What we didn't know was that the "Original Dances" had a theme: and it was "country." So as well as being subjected to some rockin country beats, we also got to experience folk dances of some pretty random countries. This was the dance that the Australian couple had gotten into with their aboriginee costumes.

The Canadians, Tessa Virtue and Scott Moir came in second that day, and went on to rock the "Free Dance" to take home the Gold. We were so happy to have seen them skate. All in all it was an awesome adventure, with an awesome friend, at the awesome Olympics.

Thoughtless Thursday!

You know what Thursday means.  Time for ...

And for this week's TT, I wanted to show y'all a few things that have made me happy the last few days. #1, I received my ADORABLE mousepad that my incredibly talented monogramming friend, Ellen made for me. Please behold the cuteness ...

{It's hard to see my monogram on the middle because I took it with my iPhone, but you get the idea. She is INCREDIBLY reasonably priced so go visit her blog and give her some bidness if you want anything monogrammed!}

#2, since we've been missing daddy since he's gone back to work this week, Koda bear and I have been having some quality time together. The night before last, I gave him his doggy crack a brand new tennis ball and I just had to take a picture of him because of the way he had it tucked in his little paw it looked like he was hugging it like a teddy bear. However he woke up and shot me the "don'tchou tutch mah ball" look right as I was taking it which made it even funnier.

{"Sewiuswy mummy, dis is mah ball. Don' tush it, k?"}

And yesterday morning I took him with me to Starbucks and he got himself a puppy latte (i.e. whip cream in a kiddie cup). I would venture to say that he liked it ...

{"Om nom nom, hay mummy I wike dis schtuff, nom nom slurp, k? Slurp, slurp, slurp. Gits me dis evury dey, k? Om nom nom."}

Now y'all know the drill.  Grab the button.  Play along (meaning post random pictures from whatever, whenever and 'splain or don't 'splain, your choice) and come back and McStinky up!  I can't wait to come over and see what pictures you picked!  Happy Thoughtless Thursday loves!!!

My Secret Guilty Pleasure

 
I started watching Pretty Little Liars out of curiosity.  And it was actually better than I expected.  It's like Gossip Girl and 90210 (the original one, of course) went on a wild murder mystery trip together.  I.can't.stop.watching.  I'm addicted.

Watch it?  Like it?  Tell me your secrets.

A Big THANK YOU & Bumpdates!

First off, holy moly.  I would like to throw a giant T-H-A-N-K Y-O-U out to all of you my wonderful WONDERFUL readers!  I was really just speaking from a place of honesty, to let y'all know where I was coming from when I constantly make fun of myself in pictures and poke fun at the pregnancy weight gain because even though I was "kidding" most of the time, it was coming from a place of truth (in my mind at least).  And as a result I got the best support, love and motivation EVER from you all and I can't explain to you what that means to me.  So again, THANK YOU from the bottom of my heart, y'all really know how to lift a girl's spirits!!!  I am really glad I was able to speak to a few of you as well that are dealing with the same issue, whether it be in pregnancy or not, and I hope that Natalie Grant's song will pop into your mind when those thoughts start to surface.  And on a sidenote, the CD that that song, The Real Me, is on is ALL good.  I don't know about y'all but I like to know when a whole CD is actually worth buying or if the song is a "one shot iTunes'er" because I hate wasting my money on a CD for one song when the rest aren't worth it.  But that one is.  I promise, you won't be disappointed.

Now, onto the ...

BUMPDATES

And for the bumpdates this week I think I'm going to copy the survey that one of my preggo friends, Elizabeth, put on her blog.  And yes, she's one of the ones I was talking about, who weighs 116 lbs at 16 weeks preggo, but she's a doll and I've known her since she was 12 so I can't hate her (angelic smile). 

About the mommy:

Name: Katie Fulmer

Age: 29

Is this the first child?: Besides my giant furry one with a big black nose, yes.

About the daddy:

Name: The Mister

Age: 29

Is this the first child?: That I know of ... but come to think of it, that kid down the street SURE does look a lot like him though?

Finding out:

What day did you find out you were pregnant?: Monday, March 15 @ 6:00am

How did you feel when you found out?: Complete disbelief.  I believe my first thoughts were "Is that a line or isn't it?  IS THAT A LINE OR ISN'T IT!?!?  Why did I buy the cheapest test they had!??!"

Who was with you?: Mr. Toliet.

How did the daddy react?: Shocked, followed by overjoyed, followed by "holy &*$@ I'm going to be a dad", followed by overjoyed.

Telling the grandparents:

How did you parents react?: My mom cried, said "are you serious?" in a tone only dogs could hear a million times and cried some more.  My dad opened an expensive bottle of scotch to toast with the Mister and hugged me for a really long time, my step-dad was pretty shocked, gave me a hug and told the Mister congrats.

How did his parents react?: Completely opposite than we thought.  They are huge criers so we assumed that would be the reaction.  They were totally shocked, plus the fact that we drove all the way over to their house at 10:30pm on a weeknight confused the H out of them at first.  I believe the Mister's dad (who is the BIGGEST crier of them all) said "Well, good luck."  HA!  Now they tear up all the time about it.

How often do they call to check on you?: My dad definately started checking up on me a lot more than usual.  It's hard to tell with my mom, we talk on a daily basis close to 3 times anyways.

About the pregnancy:

When is your due date?: November 24, the day before Thanksgiving.  I really hope he holds out or comes late (first time you'll ever hear a mommy say that ...).  There is some serious craft-fairing/holiday-bazaaring going on early November that I REALLY want to attend ...

How far along are you right now?: 22 weeks!  Wait for it ... here's the V diagram ...

Have you had an ultra sound?: Yep.  3 of them.  I could have one every day and never grow tired of it.  The next one's at 28 weeks and I'm counting down the days!

Have you heard the heartbeat?: Yep.  Music to mommy's ears.

Sex of the baby:

What do you want. Boy or Girl?: I didn't care, but totally thought it was a boy from week 10 on.

Do you know what you are having now?: Boy oh BOY do we! 

Are you happy with what you are having?: Definately.  I kind of wanted a boy first ...

About the birth:
Who is going to be with you?: The Mister is the only one besides the doc and the nurses that will be allowed anywhere near the "spread eagleness" that eventually will have to happen.  I'm pretty sure everyone in my immediate family along with the Mister's parents and brother will be in the waiting room though.  They're really good at that.

Are you going to video tape it?: I don't think so ... I'm not sure I want my "spread eagleness" caught on tape ...

Natural or medicated?: Give me the good stuff.  No seriously, like can I have some now?

Do you think you will have a c-section?: I sure hope not.

Do you think you will cry when you first hold your baby?: I cry when people on The Discovery Channel hold their babies for the first time.  I'm pretty sure this one's a given.  I'll be a big sobby mess.  Those pictures are going to be greatness.

Do you know what you will say to the baby when you first hold it?: Probably something that's not comprehensible due to the flood of sobbing blubbering emotion I'm sure to have.  Thank goodness he won't be able to talk yet ... 

Are you scared about the labor?: Are YOU scared of something the size of a watermelon coming out of your something the size of a raisin?  Yeah, that's what I thought ...

Names:

Do you have a name picked out?: Refer to the Mister on this one.  He's agreed to a deadline.  First week of August it is.

Is your baby going to be named after anyone?: The middle name yes. 

Did the daddy help pick the name?: He WILL.  Is it an option to not let them help?  No one informed me of this ...

Other random questions:

Where was your baby concieved?: In my uterus.

Have you felt the baby move?: YES!  It's my favorite time of each day.

What was your first symptom?: The plus sign on the pregnancy test I took.

Will you have godparents?: I don't think so, I think that's more of a Catholic thing?

Who will be the god mommy?:

Who will be the god daddy?:

What is the babys room theme?: This bedding ...

{And yes, that crib sheet and the detail that looks tan is actually a lime-ish green}

And this crib which we're ordering SOON ...

{This converts to a full-size bed so we'll never have to buy him furniture again.  Kidding.  Kind of.}

Are you ready to be a mommy?: Sure am!  I've been ready to be a mommy since I was 10.  But apparently that's frowned upon ...

What do you think the baby will be a "daddys girl/boy" or a "mommys girl/boy"?: I'm sure daddy's boy.  But I DO hear little boys love their mommas!

And that's about it from me today loves!!!  Sheesh I should hope so this was a LONG'UN!  Have wonderful evenings (apparently I'm an evening blogger now) and I'll see y'all back here tomorrow morning for Thoughtless Thursday!!!

The Home Library

I have been re-watching seasons of Gilmore Girls - man, I love that show.  And I was reminded of the wonderful corner library at the Dragonfly Inn.  

Although a separate room for a library would be ideal, we don't all live in mansions. I love how this library is just a corner of a larger room, with a bunch of book cases and a couple of comfy chairs.  I also love the chicken wire on the bottom cabinets - a great way camouflage a vast collection of paperbacks.

So if you have a lot of books and love the idea of a home library, check out some of these library corners.  I am definitely setting up a little reading/library nook.

 

I love libraries.  Having one in the house is such a luxury.  So even my future dwelling doesn't have a whole room I can dedicate to it, where there's a will, there's a way.

Pregnancy and Weight Gain ...

Warning:  This is going to be a sewious post.  Except I just said "sewious".  Okay for real, from this point on, all seriousness ensues.  I wanted to "chat" about one part of pregnancy that has been hard for me thus far and I feel is only going to get worse.  The weight gain.  Now granted, I'm not doing as much of my part as I could be.  I'm not working out every day, eating only veggies and grilled chicken salads (mainly because both those things still make me want to vom JUST a wittle bit, shoot - we're being serious Kate don't say wittle) and truthfully drinking as much water as I should be.  However, I'm not chowing down on Chick Fil-A, McDonald's and Sonic on a daily basis EITHER.  And thus the pounds are a-packin'.  As they should be.  I'm PREGNANT.  And everyone says "Embrace looking pregnant" and "It's a beautiful time" and "Pregnancy is adorable" which are all true however, telling that to someone who has dealt with weight her whole life (I was heavy during late elementary school and into junior high getting teased to the point of making me consider horrible alternatives in the place of living life) and the mental and emotional toll that takes on a person and the lifetime of work it takes to deal with those issues, isn't something that's easily absorbed.  Don't get me wrong, the belly, I like.  The belly, I LOVE.  I DO think that's adorable.  The fat arms, face, cankles, thalves (calves that not only morph into ankles but morph into thighs as well) and all around balloon-like quality that the rest of my body is taking on I don'tsomuch love.  I love the REASON for it, but I don't love what I see in pictures.  Not to mention the fact that I'm constantly sweating (because it's 100+ degrees daily and I'm carrying around extra weight and puffiness) which always makes a lady feel sexy and dainty.  NOTSOMUCH.  And I'm really just being honest here.  I don't know if anyone else can relate, but it's not easy "watching yourself" gain weight and being okay with it.  It doesn't help when you have friends that weight less at 20 weeks than you did BEFORE you got pregnant.  Now don't worry, heaven knows there is no way I will DIET when I'm pregnant or deprive my baby of ANYTHING while he's growing inside of me, but I can't say that I'm not chomping at the bits to get on a treadmill and start training for another half marathon as soon as my little guy gets here and the doc gives me the go-ahead.  I was thinking about this the other day in the car when one of my favorite songs came on the radio.  If you haven't heard it (and you're a woman) you have to go at least listen to it on iTunes or look the video up on youtube.  It's called "The Real Me" by Natalie Grant.  Natalie Grant had an eating disorder much of her life, so she really sings from a place where I think most of us women can relate.  Feeling inadequate and self conscious of our bodies and uncomfortable in our own skin.  In fact, instead of suggesting you go watch it on youtube, I'll post the video that includes the lyrics here ...

How thankful I am that the Lord sees the real me.  And has entrusted me and my body enough to carry His beautiful creation that he has blessed me and my Mister with, our sweet little boy.  And hopefully this met some of you where you are today.  Remember, HE sees the real you.  LOVE to all of you, my sweet readers!!!

Classic or Boring?

I'm not a trendy dresser.  Most of the items that comprise my wardrobe are some versions of pieces that have been wardrobe staples for as long as I can remember.  Sometimes I'm in style, sometimes I'm not.  I consider my style as 'classic'.  But the word 'boring' has come up in reference to my wardrobe.

We all have our sweats, suits, black dresses, and jeans.  But in addition to those, I can't live without some version of:

The Polo.  Feels like a t-shirt but the collar makes it a little more polished.

The Khakis.  I find them more comfy and versatile than jeans.

The V-Neck Sweater.  More flattering than the crew neck, and can be dressed up or dressed down.  Great for layering.

The Leather Shoulder Bag.  Either black or brown.  Goes with everything.  Comfy.

 

The Fleece Jacket.  Can be layered with heavy duty outerwear for maximum insulation, but still cute enough for a trip to the mall.

The Birkenstocks.  These make my feet happy.

Argyle.  From socks to sweaters, I heart argyle.

The Pearl Studs.  Go with almost every piece of jewelry I own.

 The Cute Summer Skirt.  Summer is for skirts.  They're so cute and girly and comfy.  Can't ask for anything more.

The Beaded Necklace.  I learned to wire wrap and now I make my own.  I love these in all different colors and patterns. 

Boring or Classic?

What are your staples?

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