I think it'd be a good idea to have a Knit Night sometime soon. That way all of us crafty bloggers can get together and work on our lap-sized projects and chat. I know that at least the sisters of my family are going to be working on various Christmas present projects, and it'd be fun to knit in a group instead of all alone. Knit, or quilt, or crochet or whatever it is we do. And if we do it at my house I'll make that good crock pot cider that is so cozy and delicious.
Who's in?
Thursday, November 8, 2007
Wednesday, November 7, 2007
Gone!!
I did it! All my long nasty hair is gone, and I have NO REGRETS!!! I was downright giddy as he was hacking away at my head. It feels sooooo great to have short hair again.
I'd write more, but I have to go stare at myself in the mirror some more.
I'd write more, but I have to go stare at myself in the mirror some more.
Tuesday, November 6, 2007
Talked Into It
Well, tomorrow is the day. I ignored my dad's good advice and I set up an appointment to get my hair cut. Martin has been telling me for ages that I should do it before the baby comes because afterward I won't have time and I'll regret not having done it beforehand. Not only that, but he insists I spend a little extra money and get a good haircut. No Beauty Academy or Great Clips this time. (This coming from the guy who is so cheap about his own hair that he won't even go to a $10 barber--he won't have anyone but ME cut it.) I told him spending that kind of money on a haircut is a waste of money and a stupid thing for me to do, and I refused to do it. (Well, I halfheartedly refused... mostly I just whined a lot.) So then today, while I was debating whether or not to call for an appointment, who should call but PERKINS, of all people! I told her my dilemma thinking she'd be the perfect person to be on my side and talk me into NOT making the appointment, convincing me that it was a waste of money. (Perkins is a girl who, if she didn't get her haircuts for free for working at L'Oreal, she would only ever go to the Beauty Academy and be perfectly content.) WRONG. She suckered me into making the phone call. She told me Martin's right, I deserve to start out motherhood with a good haircut, that this is my chance to pamper myself, and just think of all the money we've saved over the last however-many months by having Martin get his haircuts at home? So, my two best friends were both against me on this one; I went home and made the phone call for an appointment, and they had one for me tomorrow.
Maybe I won't regret it. In fact, I know that at least a part of me will only be glad for doing it. I'm sick of my long hair. I only ever wear it up in a knot at the back of my head, and if I think that's going to change with a new baby, ha-ha, who am I trying to fool? And I refuse to become a frumpy mom right from the start. If I'm going to be fat and saggy and covered in spit-up all the time, I'm at least going to have cute hair and wear makeup every day. And cute shoes, I'll always have cute shoes.
Today I've been making chili. The whole reason I'm making the chili is to freeze it so we'll have something to eat right after Dinosaur's arrival, when I might not be feeling at my most fabulous and we'll just be getting into the rhythm of being a single-car family. The problem I ran into only after I'd started making the chili is that I'm not sure I have that many tupperware containers. I mean I have a lot, but most of them are very tiny. You know, about the size for leftover green-beans... a one-helping-of-side kind of size. Not the size for a whole pot of chili. And I can't just stick the whole pot in the freezer because it won't fit. So I have a funny feeling we'll be warming up our dinner 3 spoonfuls at a time for awhile.
Now I know you all are sick to death of hearing about my knitting escapades, but I have to tell this story because it's so cute. Last night after dinner I was working on my bear up at my parents' house, and my niece Angelica was sitting on the table talking to me and looking through the book of knit toy patterns. She suddenly had this great idea that I could knit her A WORM!! But not just any old worm--a medium-sized, black and white striped worm with big cheeks and a face!! I told her I'd be more than happy to knit her a worm. Then she also wanted me to knit her a couple of hats... so Anna and I planned to go to the knitting store with her and she could pick out some yarn for one hat that I would make for her. We were supposed to go this morning but River Knits doesn't open until noon, and then this afternoon I have a feeling their moving truck must've come into town, because I never heard from them again.
And other than that, I stole half a ball of cotton yarn from my mom's yarn basket which is a slightly darker shade of green than the green I have been using. With the three half balls of cotton yarn I have I think I'll be able to make a three-color stripey sweater for dinosaur. I had started it, but then some "kittens" got into the knitting things last night and in order to get the mess untangled I was forced to rip out all of the 4.5 minutes of work I'd put into it.
It's another wonderfully gloomy November day. I really hope that Dinosaur at least comes sometime in November, even if he is late. It's such a nice month. Not as nice as October, but a close second-best.
I also got all my errands run today and was able to check off all but one thing on my list of things to do, and then one I couldn't do because it was to boil eggs but I took up the burners with the chili instead. (which wasn't on the list at all.) Don't be fooled into thinking I'm nesting though. Because I'm not. I really had to force myself to get up and make the chili, and the only reason I did it was because I had a bunch of meat that would go bad if I didn't cook it soon.
Maybe I won't regret it. In fact, I know that at least a part of me will only be glad for doing it. I'm sick of my long hair. I only ever wear it up in a knot at the back of my head, and if I think that's going to change with a new baby, ha-ha, who am I trying to fool? And I refuse to become a frumpy mom right from the start. If I'm going to be fat and saggy and covered in spit-up all the time, I'm at least going to have cute hair and wear makeup every day. And cute shoes, I'll always have cute shoes.
Today I've been making chili. The whole reason I'm making the chili is to freeze it so we'll have something to eat right after Dinosaur's arrival, when I might not be feeling at my most fabulous and we'll just be getting into the rhythm of being a single-car family. The problem I ran into only after I'd started making the chili is that I'm not sure I have that many tupperware containers. I mean I have a lot, but most of them are very tiny. You know, about the size for leftover green-beans... a one-helping-of-side kind of size. Not the size for a whole pot of chili. And I can't just stick the whole pot in the freezer because it won't fit. So I have a funny feeling we'll be warming up our dinner 3 spoonfuls at a time for awhile.
Now I know you all are sick to death of hearing about my knitting escapades, but I have to tell this story because it's so cute. Last night after dinner I was working on my bear up at my parents' house, and my niece Angelica was sitting on the table talking to me and looking through the book of knit toy patterns. She suddenly had this great idea that I could knit her A WORM!! But not just any old worm--a medium-sized, black and white striped worm with big cheeks and a face!! I told her I'd be more than happy to knit her a worm. Then she also wanted me to knit her a couple of hats... so Anna and I planned to go to the knitting store with her and she could pick out some yarn for one hat that I would make for her. We were supposed to go this morning but River Knits doesn't open until noon, and then this afternoon I have a feeling their moving truck must've come into town, because I never heard from them again.
And other than that, I stole half a ball of cotton yarn from my mom's yarn basket which is a slightly darker shade of green than the green I have been using. With the three half balls of cotton yarn I have I think I'll be able to make a three-color stripey sweater for dinosaur. I had started it, but then some "kittens" got into the knitting things last night and in order to get the mess untangled I was forced to rip out all of the 4.5 minutes of work I'd put into it.
It's another wonderfully gloomy November day. I really hope that Dinosaur at least comes sometime in November, even if he is late. It's such a nice month. Not as nice as October, but a close second-best.
I also got all my errands run today and was able to check off all but one thing on my list of things to do, and then one I couldn't do because it was to boil eggs but I took up the burners with the chili instead. (which wasn't on the list at all.) Don't be fooled into thinking I'm nesting though. Because I'm not. I really had to force myself to get up and make the chili, and the only reason I did it was because I had a bunch of meat that would go bad if I didn't cook it soon.
Monday, November 5, 2007
Monday Morning, 10am
I was just "surfing" online looking for baby sweater patterns to knit. Ha. As if I could actually read them and follow them and create them to look that cute. I wish!! Martin is convinced I could and should make myself a sweater. He thinks I've mastered the hat-making technique (as evident by all the baby hats lying around the house) and thinks I should broaden my horizons. I say, maybe next year.
But as for this year, I might (emphasis on *might*) attempt a baby sweater. It would be green and yellow stripes to match the little hat I made, and I wouldn't be following a pattern because I can't read the patterns. But I think I could do it. Baby sweaters have far less shaping than adult sweaters, and I know how to increase and decrease and I understand how to do it so it looks right. The neckline would be tricky... but we'll see. That Sugar 'n' Cream cotton yarn is cheap at the yarn store, and I already have a lot left over from the hat. Anyway... we'll just see how it goes.
I had a doctor appointment this morning. The girl (who I thought might be Jennifer, whose car I hit, but as it turns out this girl's name is Brandy) who works there is SO night. She asked if I wanted to be checked today and I told her that would be fabulous. She laughed and said, "Isn't it funny how when you're not pregnant you don't want anyone going near you, and then suddenly you're pregnant and you can't wait to be checked?" She said she was always the same way, and we laughed about it. She's really nice. I hope she always works there when I'm having babies.
Anyway, that was the highlight of the visit, really. That, and finding out that my doctor is proud of me and my backwards weight gain! He said most girls don't gain at the beginning then gain a lot at the end; he says he doesn't know how I'm doing it but I gained a lot (he wasn't rude or mean about telling me this, but I KNOW how much weight I gained in those first months and it had nothing to do with the baby) back at the beginning and now I've been holding steady and am right on target. That makes me happy. I figure as long as I come out at the right number it doesn't matter how I gained it, right? He said the baby is head down in my pelvis but still floating a little bit and I'm 70% effaced, which evidently means absolutely nothing. But the other good thing he said is that his guess is that the baby will weigh about 6 1/2 pounds when he's born. I think that's a lovely size, and I hope he's right. And I'm glad the baby is still floating a little bit because maybe that means it won't have too much of a conehead.
I think that I should start focusing my wishes on having a healthy baby, rather than a timely, cute baby with a nicely shaped head. As if I'm not vain enough already, I have to project my vanity onto my children as well. That's terrible.
Okay, so back to the knitting: I also (because I'm obsessed) looked up some patterns for baby hats. And I found the best thing ever-- a SQUID HAT!! It's soooooooo cute. AND, the woman who made it had it modeled on her cat!!!!!! I think we're soulmates!!! The hat was adorable, but unfortunately, waaaaaaaaaay out of my league. I will not even pretend that I'm going to attempt something as cute and detailed as that.
Anna and the little girls are here!! I saw Angelica and Zita this morning (in the bathtub) and Angelica said, "We're going to LIVE in Indiana!!!" I think she's excited to be here! I'm sure excited to have her. Now I have all my three cutest-in-the-world neices in one town. And maybe I'll have an extra nephew as well!
This is why I like Anna: Here we are, two very pregnant sisters-in-law, and we stand around talking about our wonderful and quirky cats. :)
Speaking of Theodore and Baxter, there's an application on Facebook that I found: DOGBOOK!! Even though Baxter is only my foster dog, I couldn't resist. And while I was making Baxter's Dogbook page, I found Catbook as well!!! So now Theodore and Baxter are not only best friends in real life, but they are virtual friends as well, thanks to Facebook. Ah, technology.
Martin and I have been planning for our own dogs. We really want two. We really want a black dog and a tan dog and their names will be Karenin (Martin, is that how you spell it? I know you read my blog and just never comment) and Sebastian. Aren't those great names for two big dogs??? And they will be wonderful animals.
I know Martin reads my blogs because when I was checking the weather on his work computer the other day I saw beanieschapini in his internet history!! What a sneaky guy. Maybe now that I've exposed him he'll start commenting once in awhile.
Dinosaur's Ooma sure must love him... she came over the other day with a WHOLE JUNGLE ANIMAL CRIB SET, including mattress!! It's soooooooooooooooo cute. I love it!! And Dinosaur will love it too!!!! Now the nursery is REALLY in order.
So, since the baby isn't born yet, Martin is in St. Louis. He told me this morning though that every morning he moves entirely out of his hotel room just in case I call him during the day to come home. And this morning, he even went back up to get the lotions and shampoos for me, in case he had to leave!! What a sweetie. He made it down there last night in under 4 hours--closer to 3 1/2 I think--and his being prepared to leave makes me very happy. My mom keeps telling me not to wish to have the baby early... I don't think she understands that I'm really wishing for the opposite... I'd just be less nervous about him being gone if the baby was already here. Of course, maybe I wouldn't be. Maybe if I was here alone with a brand new baby and he was on the road I'd have even more to be freaking out about. Maybe I should just stop thinking about this and pop some popcorn and watch a movie and stop being such a spaz.
But as for this year, I might (emphasis on *might*) attempt a baby sweater. It would be green and yellow stripes to match the little hat I made, and I wouldn't be following a pattern because I can't read the patterns. But I think I could do it. Baby sweaters have far less shaping than adult sweaters, and I know how to increase and decrease and I understand how to do it so it looks right. The neckline would be tricky... but we'll see. That Sugar 'n' Cream cotton yarn is cheap at the yarn store, and I already have a lot left over from the hat. Anyway... we'll just see how it goes.
I had a doctor appointment this morning. The girl (who I thought might be Jennifer, whose car I hit, but as it turns out this girl's name is Brandy) who works there is SO night. She asked if I wanted to be checked today and I told her that would be fabulous. She laughed and said, "Isn't it funny how when you're not pregnant you don't want anyone going near you, and then suddenly you're pregnant and you can't wait to be checked?" She said she was always the same way, and we laughed about it. She's really nice. I hope she always works there when I'm having babies.
Anyway, that was the highlight of the visit, really. That, and finding out that my doctor is proud of me and my backwards weight gain! He said most girls don't gain at the beginning then gain a lot at the end; he says he doesn't know how I'm doing it but I gained a lot (he wasn't rude or mean about telling me this, but I KNOW how much weight I gained in those first months and it had nothing to do with the baby) back at the beginning and now I've been holding steady and am right on target. That makes me happy. I figure as long as I come out at the right number it doesn't matter how I gained it, right? He said the baby is head down in my pelvis but still floating a little bit and I'm 70% effaced, which evidently means absolutely nothing. But the other good thing he said is that his guess is that the baby will weigh about 6 1/2 pounds when he's born. I think that's a lovely size, and I hope he's right. And I'm glad the baby is still floating a little bit because maybe that means it won't have too much of a conehead.
I think that I should start focusing my wishes on having a healthy baby, rather than a timely, cute baby with a nicely shaped head. As if I'm not vain enough already, I have to project my vanity onto my children as well. That's terrible.
Okay, so back to the knitting: I also (because I'm obsessed) looked up some patterns for baby hats. And I found the best thing ever-- a SQUID HAT!! It's soooooooo cute. AND, the woman who made it had it modeled on her cat!!!!!! I think we're soulmates!!! The hat was adorable, but unfortunately, waaaaaaaaaay out of my league. I will not even pretend that I'm going to attempt something as cute and detailed as that.
Anna and the little girls are here!! I saw Angelica and Zita this morning (in the bathtub) and Angelica said, "We're going to LIVE in Indiana!!!" I think she's excited to be here! I'm sure excited to have her. Now I have all my three cutest-in-the-world neices in one town. And maybe I'll have an extra nephew as well!
This is why I like Anna: Here we are, two very pregnant sisters-in-law, and we stand around talking about our wonderful and quirky cats. :)
Speaking of Theodore and Baxter, there's an application on Facebook that I found: DOGBOOK!! Even though Baxter is only my foster dog, I couldn't resist. And while I was making Baxter's Dogbook page, I found Catbook as well!!! So now Theodore and Baxter are not only best friends in real life, but they are virtual friends as well, thanks to Facebook. Ah, technology.
Martin and I have been planning for our own dogs. We really want two. We really want a black dog and a tan dog and their names will be Karenin (Martin, is that how you spell it? I know you read my blog and just never comment) and Sebastian. Aren't those great names for two big dogs??? And they will be wonderful animals.
I know Martin reads my blogs because when I was checking the weather on his work computer the other day I saw beanieschapini in his internet history!! What a sneaky guy. Maybe now that I've exposed him he'll start commenting once in awhile.
Dinosaur's Ooma sure must love him... she came over the other day with a WHOLE JUNGLE ANIMAL CRIB SET, including mattress!! It's soooooooooooooooo cute. I love it!! And Dinosaur will love it too!!!! Now the nursery is REALLY in order.
So, since the baby isn't born yet, Martin is in St. Louis. He told me this morning though that every morning he moves entirely out of his hotel room just in case I call him during the day to come home. And this morning, he even went back up to get the lotions and shampoos for me, in case he had to leave!! What a sweetie. He made it down there last night in under 4 hours--closer to 3 1/2 I think--and his being prepared to leave makes me very happy. My mom keeps telling me not to wish to have the baby early... I don't think she understands that I'm really wishing for the opposite... I'd just be less nervous about him being gone if the baby was already here. Of course, maybe I wouldn't be. Maybe if I was here alone with a brand new baby and he was on the road I'd have even more to be freaking out about. Maybe I should just stop thinking about this and pop some popcorn and watch a movie and stop being such a spaz.
Saturday, November 3, 2007
Deer on the Grill
This is the picture that one of Martin's co-workers took of the car in which he hit the deer. I told you there were tufts.
Friday, November 2, 2007
Freaking Out
I have to have this baby this weekend. If I don't, I'll be a horrible nervous wreck all next week when Martin is in St. Louis. It HAAASSSS to come this weekend!!!!!!!!!!!!
And up until last night I thought I'd be ok with Martin being down in Missouri for 4 days. He assured me it was only a five hour drive "at most." LIAR!! Maybe it's a five hour drive if you're the only other car on the highway and know exactly where you're going at all times. It took him NINE HOURS to get home from St. Louis yesterday. NINE HOURS!!! Between getting out of the city through the traffic, taking a wrong turn and not realizing it until he had to backtrack some 90 miles or something, and then hitting a deer outside of Crawfordsville, he didn't get home until almost 2:00 in the morning.
And I've convinced myself that our good fortune with him coming home last night instead of tonight means that I'll be going into labor sometime soon, when he otherwise would've been gone. I've convinced myself of a lot of things BECAUSE I'M A BIG GIANT IDIOT.
But I really, really, really, really, REALLY don't want him to be gone next week unless the baby is already here. If it weren't for him being gone I wouldn't care about having it early. But he can't stay home from the trip because it's his job, he HAS to go. I mean, he can't just take a random week off work because his dumb wife has anxiety issues (that makes it sound much more severe than it is, really I'm just a freak) at the busiest time of the entire year.
You know what disgusts me? (I'm changing the subject.) Christmas advertising that shows up now or before now. Before Halloween there was already a display at the grocery store with Christmas trees and stuff around it. They have holiday stuff everywhere, it's really stupid. And now that it's suddenly November it'll really get bad. Halloween was only two days ago, morons, and Thanksgiving is 20 days away. Let's not get out of control.
"Finding Neverland" is one of my favorite movies.
I finished the stripey hat for dinosaur (while watching "Finding Neverland") and it looks pretty good!! It's not too small like I had been thinking it would be, and I managed to match the stripes up okay at the seam. Not perfect, but it'll do.
I felt like such a bag of garbage yesterday. I even took my temperature in the afternoon thinking I was getting sick. It was normal. I was also reeeaaallly grumpy. Today I've only been up for half an hour, so I can't really tell what I feel like. But if I still feel like I did yesterday I'm going to keep convincing myself [stupidly] that labor is near.
So yeah, Martin hit a deer last night and he thinks he killed it. There were tufts of fur on the hood. Isn't that sad? He didn't hit it going full-speed because there were others so he was going really slow, and he said he saw at least 5, and was watching one on the left side of the road when this one jumped out from the right. Tufts of fur!!! I think it's so sad. And he said there was also an unidentifiable piece of deer on the grill that might've been part of a tongue. He said he didn't cry, but I would have. The poor deer. And all the car got was a slightly dented hood. I guess the Sheriff was going to kill it if it wasn't dead, but when Martin left the Sheriff was just looking at it, so he couldn't tell if it was already dead yet or not. I think it's so sad.
I HAVE TO BE IN LABOR BY SUNDAY AFTERNOON!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
And up until last night I thought I'd be ok with Martin being down in Missouri for 4 days. He assured me it was only a five hour drive "at most." LIAR!! Maybe it's a five hour drive if you're the only other car on the highway and know exactly where you're going at all times. It took him NINE HOURS to get home from St. Louis yesterday. NINE HOURS!!! Between getting out of the city through the traffic, taking a wrong turn and not realizing it until he had to backtrack some 90 miles or something, and then hitting a deer outside of Crawfordsville, he didn't get home until almost 2:00 in the morning.
And I've convinced myself that our good fortune with him coming home last night instead of tonight means that I'll be going into labor sometime soon, when he otherwise would've been gone. I've convinced myself of a lot of things BECAUSE I'M A BIG GIANT IDIOT.
But I really, really, really, really, REALLY don't want him to be gone next week unless the baby is already here. If it weren't for him being gone I wouldn't care about having it early. But he can't stay home from the trip because it's his job, he HAS to go. I mean, he can't just take a random week off work because his dumb wife has anxiety issues (that makes it sound much more severe than it is, really I'm just a freak) at the busiest time of the entire year.
You know what disgusts me? (I'm changing the subject.) Christmas advertising that shows up now or before now. Before Halloween there was already a display at the grocery store with Christmas trees and stuff around it. They have holiday stuff everywhere, it's really stupid. And now that it's suddenly November it'll really get bad. Halloween was only two days ago, morons, and Thanksgiving is 20 days away. Let's not get out of control.
"Finding Neverland" is one of my favorite movies.
I finished the stripey hat for dinosaur (while watching "Finding Neverland") and it looks pretty good!! It's not too small like I had been thinking it would be, and I managed to match the stripes up okay at the seam. Not perfect, but it'll do.
I felt like such a bag of garbage yesterday. I even took my temperature in the afternoon thinking I was getting sick. It was normal. I was also reeeaaallly grumpy. Today I've only been up for half an hour, so I can't really tell what I feel like. But if I still feel like I did yesterday I'm going to keep convincing myself [stupidly] that labor is near.
So yeah, Martin hit a deer last night and he thinks he killed it. There were tufts of fur on the hood. Isn't that sad? He didn't hit it going full-speed because there were others so he was going really slow, and he said he saw at least 5, and was watching one on the left side of the road when this one jumped out from the right. Tufts of fur!!! I think it's so sad. And he said there was also an unidentifiable piece of deer on the grill that might've been part of a tongue. He said he didn't cry, but I would have. The poor deer. And all the car got was a slightly dented hood. I guess the Sheriff was going to kill it if it wasn't dead, but when Martin left the Sheriff was just looking at it, so he couldn't tell if it was already dead yet or not. I think it's so sad.
I HAVE TO BE IN LABOR BY SUNDAY AFTERNOON!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Thursday, November 1, 2007
The End of an Era (or two)
Well, after two whole years my days of driving Kristof have come to an end. Perfect timing too, I'd say. It was fun, and I'll still see them at church, so that's nice.
Remember the wall mural at Vienna that Martin and I think is so weird and lame? Well now they've gone and re-furnished the back nook as well (where the wall mural is.) Now instead of those ratty old couches with the ugly upholstery that we would all squish onto in highschool they have tables and chairs and sleek retro furniture back there. It's AWFUL! I hate it!! I totally would've bought one of those gross couches from them if I'd known they were re-decorating. So many memories from that little space and now they've just been thrown out to the dumpster. Some people these days are really lacking sentimentality and it stinks.
I told Martin, I'm not counting on it by any means, but I wouldn't be surprised if dinosaur showed up this weekend. The metallic mouth taste from the first trimester has returned, along with some other weird things (that might just be psychological) and Martin is getting back from St. Louis a whole day early because the big dinner down there was cancelled. He still thinks it won't be until after the due date. I don't really care when it is, although it would certainly be convenient to not have to be freaking out about it all next week while he's back in St. Louis.
Yesterday afternoon on his way from northern Indiana to St. Louis, Martin stopped by home for two and a half hours. Hooray! We had a Vienna date (where we noticed the furniture changes) walked the dog and hung around the house for awhile. The Cooks came trick-or-treating before he left (they were the cast of Peter Pan) and as he was leaving Klara, Doug and Kristof came too! Then right after THEY left, Sarah & Andrew and the kiddies showed up and at the invitation to go trick-or-treating with them, I thought "well who wants to stay home alone in a creepy neighborhood on Halloween?" and I jumped in the car with them and went along. This was my costume:
I got lots of candy, and from my mother-in-law I got a pair of cute chicken socks and a Country Living Magazine to drool over. Halloween is such fun. And you know what? For all I say about this being a scummy neighborhood, there were NO pumpkins squashed in the street. And I think every house had pumpkins and jack-o-lanterns out on their porches. Isn't that nice? See, it's not such a bad place after all.
I'm making a stripey hat for dinosaur now. Yellow and green. Really cute.
If this nasty taste in my mouth is not a sign of labor coming soon then I hope it goes away by itself because it's GROSS!!
I took some pictures of the kiddies in their costumes, but they were kind of wound up, and the pictures are really bad. And as you all know, my niece and nephews are very cute... so I wouldn't want anyone to chance his mind about them after seeing those pictures!!
Remember the wall mural at Vienna that Martin and I think is so weird and lame? Well now they've gone and re-furnished the back nook as well (where the wall mural is.) Now instead of those ratty old couches with the ugly upholstery that we would all squish onto in highschool they have tables and chairs and sleek retro furniture back there. It's AWFUL! I hate it!! I totally would've bought one of those gross couches from them if I'd known they were re-decorating. So many memories from that little space and now they've just been thrown out to the dumpster. Some people these days are really lacking sentimentality and it stinks.
I told Martin, I'm not counting on it by any means, but I wouldn't be surprised if dinosaur showed up this weekend. The metallic mouth taste from the first trimester has returned, along with some other weird things (that might just be psychological) and Martin is getting back from St. Louis a whole day early because the big dinner down there was cancelled. He still thinks it won't be until after the due date. I don't really care when it is, although it would certainly be convenient to not have to be freaking out about it all next week while he's back in St. Louis.
Yesterday afternoon on his way from northern Indiana to St. Louis, Martin stopped by home for two and a half hours. Hooray! We had a Vienna date (where we noticed the furniture changes) walked the dog and hung around the house for awhile. The Cooks came trick-or-treating before he left (they were the cast of Peter Pan) and as he was leaving Klara, Doug and Kristof came too! Then right after THEY left, Sarah & Andrew and the kiddies showed up and at the invitation to go trick-or-treating with them, I thought "well who wants to stay home alone in a creepy neighborhood on Halloween?" and I jumped in the car with them and went along. This was my costume:
I got lots of candy, and from my mother-in-law I got a pair of cute chicken socks and a Country Living Magazine to drool over. Halloween is such fun. And you know what? For all I say about this being a scummy neighborhood, there were NO pumpkins squashed in the street. And I think every house had pumpkins and jack-o-lanterns out on their porches. Isn't that nice? See, it's not such a bad place after all.
I'm making a stripey hat for dinosaur now. Yellow and green. Really cute.
If this nasty taste in my mouth is not a sign of labor coming soon then I hope it goes away by itself because it's GROSS!!
I took some pictures of the kiddies in their costumes, but they were kind of wound up, and the pictures are really bad. And as you all know, my niece and nephews are very cute... so I wouldn't want anyone to chance his mind about them after seeing those pictures!!
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