These things made me very sad/angry while watching the Super Bowl (and no, it wasn't Christina Aguilera's lyrical woes, nor was it how utterly awful Fergie's voice is)...
Whichever car commercial it was that advertised a new car that could be programmed to scream out streaming Facebook updates... wow.
The Best Buy 'buy back' program, which fosters our materialistic urges to the max.
Blaaaaaahhhh.
Tuesday, February 15, 2011
Sunday, February 13, 2011
Hope the Blob likes Frosting
THIS IS YOUR BRAIN
THIS IS YOUR BRAIN ON PREGNANCY
I feel that the above illustration and reference to early 90's television commercials should speak for itself, but in case you haven't gotten the hint, pregnancy is making me stupid.
On a daily basis I find myself forgetting things, losing things, jumbling words, confusing myself during conversations, and most likely confusing others who pity the poor crazy pregnant woman gibbering in circles and don't say so. Despite my deadened brain cells, frumpy appearance (maybe I'll do another blog about what pregnancy does to hair follicles) (and the fact that Koby accidentally threw away my last pair of contacts), and still the occasional upset stomach, I really do love being pregnant. I feel less wound-up about things, and even though I don't necessarily feel like 'myself', it's not in a negative way. (Remind me to read this entry next time I'm pregnant and still in my first trimester. Or maybe this pregnancy, in my third trimester.)
In other news, the above 'brain' became one part of a strawberry cake with cream cheese icing. On Friday the 'home economics' teacher (for lack of a better description, and actually I don't really know the accurate description) asked me be one of the judges for the cake decorating contest her classes were participating in. An innocent request, but I for one will tell you that it is hard for a pregnant woman to judge a contest involving food when 'judging' does not entail 'consuming'. And thus I found myself buying the ingredients for this sub-par cake. For future reference, strawberry cake mix out of the box is not as delicious as it may sound. But cream cheese icing out of the can is. Especially when slightly heated in the microwave and eaten with your fingers.
Look, "C" for cooking. Or Christie. Or craving.
Now, before you judge my prowess in the kitchen, I want to tell you a few things.
Thing 1: Icing a bundt cake is a risky business. There must be a trick. **Now that I have googled 'icing a bundt cake' I see that this 'trick' is to lazily drizzle icing over the top, which I believe is an ineffective use of scrumptious frosting. (This coming from a girl who has always hated frosting. And yes, if you must know, I am getting sort of fat. I only just stopped myself from eating a piece for breakfast, but only just.)
Thing 2. It's a bundt cake because I was mistaken in believing that we had cupcake pans, which was in fact my true craving. (I have also never been especially fond of cupcakes.)
Next time I want to get a lemon flavor. After I use the Funfetti mix I already bought.
I am really getting excited about the next few months - I know my stomach will *really* start to show AND we'll find out the gender of our little baby! At the same time, I'm trying to soak up this time before Blob makes his/her appearance, when I can still think of Koby as just 'husband' and not 'husband and dad'... although we've had over three years to ourselves, it's flown by and will forever be changed before we know it. It's hard to believe that just a little bit over 7 months ago we weren't yet married, we had no idea where we would be living, I didn't have my job and I had never even heard of Colorado City. And now we are living in a beautiful house, I love my job, we love being married AND we're having a baby? I have to pinch myself when I stop and consider how much we've been blessed in such a short amount of time.
*** Ahem, an addendum. ***
Koby doesn't remember the "Your Brain on Drugs" commercials and scoffed when I said, "Maybe you're too young..." (I am two years older.) After consulting Wikipedia, I have decided that the commercials ran for a few years after their debut in 1987 (how much t.v. was I watching as a 2-3 year old? Apparently, a lot) and this is why Koby (b. 1988) does not remember them, but I (b. 1986) do. Here is a link to one of the commercials for those who need a reminder, who need to see it for the first time, and for those who would like to take a trip down memory lane.
THIS IS YOUR BRAIN ON PREGNANCY
I feel that the above illustration and reference to early 90's television commercials should speak for itself, but in case you haven't gotten the hint, pregnancy is making me stupid.
On a daily basis I find myself forgetting things, losing things, jumbling words, confusing myself during conversations, and most likely confusing others who pity the poor crazy pregnant woman gibbering in circles and don't say so. Despite my deadened brain cells, frumpy appearance (maybe I'll do another blog about what pregnancy does to hair follicles) (and the fact that Koby accidentally threw away my last pair of contacts), and still the occasional upset stomach, I really do love being pregnant. I feel less wound-up about things, and even though I don't necessarily feel like 'myself', it's not in a negative way. (Remind me to read this entry next time I'm pregnant and still in my first trimester. Or maybe this pregnancy, in my third trimester.)
In other news, the above 'brain' became one part of a strawberry cake with cream cheese icing. On Friday the 'home economics' teacher (for lack of a better description, and actually I don't really know the accurate description) asked me be one of the judges for the cake decorating contest her classes were participating in. An innocent request, but I for one will tell you that it is hard for a pregnant woman to judge a contest involving food when 'judging' does not entail 'consuming'. And thus I found myself buying the ingredients for this sub-par cake. For future reference, strawberry cake mix out of the box is not as delicious as it may sound. But cream cheese icing out of the can is. Especially when slightly heated in the microwave and eaten with your fingers.
Look, "C" for cooking. Or Christie. Or craving.
Now, before you judge my prowess in the kitchen, I want to tell you a few things.
Thing 1: Icing a bundt cake is a risky business. There must be a trick. **Now that I have googled 'icing a bundt cake' I see that this 'trick' is to lazily drizzle icing over the top, which I believe is an ineffective use of scrumptious frosting. (This coming from a girl who has always hated frosting. And yes, if you must know, I am getting sort of fat. I only just stopped myself from eating a piece for breakfast, but only just.)
Thing 2. It's a bundt cake because I was mistaken in believing that we had cupcake pans, which was in fact my true craving. (I have also never been especially fond of cupcakes.)
Next time I want to get a lemon flavor. After I use the Funfetti mix I already bought.
I am really getting excited about the next few months - I know my stomach will *really* start to show AND we'll find out the gender of our little baby! At the same time, I'm trying to soak up this time before Blob makes his/her appearance, when I can still think of Koby as just 'husband' and not 'husband and dad'... although we've had over three years to ourselves, it's flown by and will forever be changed before we know it. It's hard to believe that just a little bit over 7 months ago we weren't yet married, we had no idea where we would be living, I didn't have my job and I had never even heard of Colorado City. And now we are living in a beautiful house, I love my job, we love being married AND we're having a baby? I have to pinch myself when I stop and consider how much we've been blessed in such a short amount of time.
*** Ahem, an addendum. ***
Koby doesn't remember the "Your Brain on Drugs" commercials and scoffed when I said, "Maybe you're too young..." (I am two years older.) After consulting Wikipedia, I have decided that the commercials ran for a few years after their debut in 1987 (how much t.v. was I watching as a 2-3 year old? Apparently, a lot) and this is why Koby (b. 1988) does not remember them, but I (b. 1986) do. Here is a link to one of the commercials for those who need a reminder, who need to see it for the first time, and for those who would like to take a trip down memory lane.
Tuesday, February 1, 2011
Little Sister on TV
Perhaps one of the last pictures where I am still taller than my sister. Melissa has been interviewed a lot lately for her accomplishments on and off the court. I'm so proud!
Click here to watch a recent t.v. story about her.
Inches of Ice
Hello, first snow of 2011 and first snow of this entire winter. I can't believe on Saturday it was around 75 degrees outside. In fact, it was so hot it made me feel sick after standing in the sun and "helping" Koby put up part of our new privacy fence. This cannot be a good omen for what is to come as my belly grows, as does the nasty summer temperature.
Koby and I were both supposed to work today, but after slipping and sliding around on inches of solid ice before even getting to the interstate, we decided it just wasn't worth it. Koby is the designated sub for the Ag teacher, who will be gone for most of February to stock shows. I feel a little bit guilty because I had NOTHING set up for a substitute, but my students are (fairly) trustworthy, and the ones that are actually there (no bus routes today) should know exactly what to do.
Speaking of the students, they finally know the big Blob News. Turns out there were 'rumors' going around that I was having a baby among the student body, and some guys (too chicken to ask me) finally broke down and asked Koby during second period last Friday. After being assaulted by not-so-covert 'Congratulations' from some self-satisfied students who finally were "in the know", I told my own classes. Their reactions were among the most dramatic of anyone we've told yet - there was applause, gasping, and literally shouting when they were told about the baby. Many were audibly disgruntled that I had not told them when I first found out in November ("You LIED to us, Mrs. Andrews, you LIED! How could you do that? How could you not want to tell us the moment you knew?"), most were deeply offended that they wouldn't be invited to any family baby showers/parties and insisted that we have parties at school, including a replica of the 'Gender Revelation' party we are planning for March, and all began asking uncomfortably personal questions so as to make educated predictions about the gender of the baby. (If they guess right, they receive bonus points on... something. I haven't decided yet and they were too excited to ask.) They are very curious to know about the symptoms I am experiencing, how much I have vomited to date, and what we will name the baby (all are suggesting their own names). Every class period demands to be the very first to know the gender of the baby - it all feels nice. It's good to feel supported (in a manner of speaking) by my students. Through their ridiculous requests ("Bring your baby to school!") I hear, "I care". Maybe I'm reading too much into the hoopla, but I'll keep hold of my wishful thinking.
Koby says no one will read this entry because it's too long, so with the aim of brevity, I'll leave you with this picture of our new (built in 1925) house in Colorado City. More to come!
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