Thursday, January 30, 2014

The mercy of the cold weather is ravaging my house----I have my first sinus infection/strep throat bout of the winter season.  Thankfully, I got it early.  (Less than 24 hrs after I noticed I was not feeling so hot), and thanks to a much needed trip to the walk in clinic, I am medicated and feeling better.  Nothing like feeling like your head is in a vice.  I am thankful for a wonderful MIL who took Gertie for the entire day on Tuesday while I retreated to my couch.  I am also thankful for the availability of a fabulous babysitter, Kiki, who took Gertie yesterday.  Today I am feeling muchos better.  A trip to a potential preschool, an oil change, and a trip to the local thrift store definitely felt like a productive morning.  (I still can't believe I am thinking about schools for Greta.  Time surely flies by.)

We survived our second bout of SUPER cold weather this week, offering temperatures from -10 to -22 degrees on Monday and Tuesday.  Um, I'll pass.  If we received a fresh layer of snow, I wouldn't be as bitter.  This time, no new snow, just cold.  Yuck.  We are suppose to get some accumulation tomorrow and Saturday, followed by a bigger dump on Tuesday.  My days of teaching haven't escaped me, as I still check my phone right when I get up to see if I "have school."  I suppose that will never go away.  Around here, the kids are looking to make up a week of school and we aren't even into February yet.

ATTENTION READERS:

If anyone is interested in donating some items, services, gift certificates to help  benefit an auction for my friend Kristy, please do!  Read about her here: 

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Kristy lives two streets away from Jennie and has become a great friend to Jennie.  Phil, Kristy's husband, was in Jennie and Chris' wedding and it is unbelievable that this is happening.  It is too close to home and incredibly sad.  If you have any money to spare or items you'd like to donate for auction, please contact Jennie, 812-343-1363.  Their medical bills are through the roof and she is still facing years of therapy ahead of her.  Anything will help!



Here are a few topics to think about.....

1.  Peyton Manning in the Super Bowl AFTER leaving the Colts.  I hope Jim Ursay is pissing himself.  Ursay is a douche who can't dress and clearly made a horrible decision.
2.  I am almost 22 weeks and I feel like my ass can't get any bigger.  OOOOhhhh I am SO excited for the next 18 weeks.  Sign me up.
3.  Our new mattress could not get here soon enough.  My back is killing me.
4.  My parents are on holiday.......for a bit......it is 80 degrees there every day.  Not.  Okay.
5.  My house is a disaster and even if I had the money to hire a cleaning lady, I'd be too embarrassed to let her in my dirty house.
6.  I need a vacation.
7.  Garage sale season is around the corner and I cannot wait.
8.  All I crave these days are lemonade, barbeque chips, and Italian sandwiches.  However, Chik Fil A is filling in nicely.
9.  My mommy guilt of not working for the last month is starting to catch up with me.  A master's degree and no income!?!?  That is my slogan every day that I wake up.  However, my time with Gertie is pretty amazing. 

Happy Thursday!

Sunday, January 5, 2014


Note to self:

When Fort Wayne is expecting ANY snow amount, brace yourself.  The Rapture is approaching.  No joke.  Forget about any meat, dairy, bread, or water at Kroger.  Batten down the hatches and prepare yourselves.  It is ridiculous.  Further, when there is some amount of snow/ice on the roads, that does NOT mean drive like a crazed maniac in your Escalade or drive like Grandma Moses going 3 miles an hour.  Drive cautiously and slow down.  It is really not a big deal.  I feel like I need to get on the news and reconfirm to everyone that we won't die, face extinction, or find ourselves engulfed in flames.  This isn't the Hunger Games.

Moreover, I am going to shoot my eye out if I go another day listening to anyone bitch about Obamacare.  Seriously.  Let's talk about the NFL, subzero temperatures, OR how pretty the snow is. 

Friday, January 3, 2014

Christmas hath come and gone and I am currently loving the sunshine and snow that the New Year brought us.  I decided to go on hiatus with the Clean by Carrie, considering my back and hamstrings could not take it anymore.  Trips the chiropractor and Dave listening to me complain was enough for me---while I am only half way through the pregnancy, common sense tells me cleaning WON'T get any easier.  I decided to go with my gut and hang it up for now.  I am currently looking for a receptionist job---I run around enough with Gertie, I suppose I should find something stationary for the time being. 

It has actually been really nice, staying home with Greta for the last few weeks.  We have a nice schedule that includes at least a two hour nap in the afternoon.  I can't complain. The neighbor kids have been home for the last week and Greta loves having them over.  It is even better not having anxiety about what the week has to offer, juggling cleanings and trying to keep up with house.  I suppose this is a good time to mention a resolution I have for myself:  stop biting off more than I can chew.  I am notorious for this.  I will and take things as they come.

Aside for the holidays, and me going on a job hiatus, Dave got a new car.  The ol' Honda was ready to cross her rainbow bridge and I gladly ushered her across.  He purchased a 2011 Hyundai Sonata and he loves it.  He has an hour long commute to work and he deserves to drive that is SAFE and comfortable.  My Subura is great for now, but come spring, she'll be replaced as well.  The Forester can't accommodate two car seats.  It is too small.  Again, great foresight on my behalf.

Not only did Dave get a new car, but the Detroit Lions CANNED Schwartz!  (Great transition, right?)  I am waiting with baited breath upon their coaching choice. Bill Cowher and Jon Gruden are out of the mix, which stinks, but there are great choices out there.   Just not Jim Caldwell.  The Lions need someone who can run the show and deal with Stafford's ego.