August 29, 2006

Secrets of a Baby Shower

We had the baby shower two weeks ago (yeah, I know, I'm a little behind) and all went well. We were greeted at my mom's house by our 4-year-old nephew:

He excitedly asked Dan, "Did you bring the baby?"
"No, not yet," Dan replied.
"But we brought stuff for the BABY!" he said, annoyed.

Alas, he is confused by the secret world of the baby shower. I can't say I blame him. As a side note, the guys left the house for the shower. I'm pretty sure they probably picture women watching porn or something since the going-ons of the shower are so secretive, but it's just ladyesqe talk, delightful food, and lovely chatter. I personally would probably rather the porn.

My grandmother insisted on turning on tv to check in on some golf game that was on, probably because she gambled in some form or another on it, pissing off my mother who insists on no TV during holidays, special occasions, etc. (Note: gambling and TVs do NOT fit in with ladyesqe talk, delightful food, and lovely chatter.) Can you even bet on a golf game? I'm not sure, but if you can, my grandmother would.

So now I have a lot of beautiful things for a baby. It's weird and I wasn't quite prepared for it. I had the Monday after the shower off and I spent the day getting the nursery ready and things put away. I managed to cry only three times, which I thought was pretty good. The sweet melody of the baby's mobile made my eyes instantly spew tears. I actually surprised myself, like my tears were activated by Brahm's lullaby and I had no control over it. I'm happy to say that I have listened since and have not cried, so I'm getting better. Only weeks to go, but I doubt I will ever be ready...

August 28, 2006

Just Checking In...

Okay, I just realized it's been a long time since I wrote anything, so I thought I'd check in. I'm still alive, I'm still pregnant, and I'm still working...for another week. Next Friday is my last day! I'm excited, but I'll miss Jason and the routine of work that I've gotten used to. I'm a little nervous for a baby, but things are progressing there and I have no choice. :)

More to come when I get a chance to write.

August 08, 2006

Today Is One of Those Days

Today is one of those days that I wouldn't mind not working. Not only is it extremely beautiful outside, the mood here at work is just plain sucky. Poor Jason is sick, overtime is on the horizon, and I just don't feel like being here. Incidentally, it's a month until my last day...not that I'm counting.

The Top Five Reasons I Won't Miss Work

5. I will hopefully will never again have to hear someone answer a question with "yeppers."
4. I won't have someone laugh the most annoying laugh in the world for 20 minutes after a simple question.
3. I won't hear a soft, squeakish voice and have to pretend like I actually know what the hell she said.
2. I won't have to get up at seven every morning (although it has more to do with actually leaving the house).
1. I won't have to hear country music when I pee! (How can anyone think "She Thinks My Tractor's Sexy" is business oriented?)

In other news, Dan liked his flowers, although I will be getting a FULL refund from Hallmark since they didn't use the right flowers. I specifically ordered daisies and he ended up getting some kind of purple things.

August 04, 2006

OMG! A Religious Post?!

I have been thinking a lot about religion today, probably because I am working on a book about evolutionism. I recently got an email from a friend from high school announcing the recent birth of her child. I was surprised to get it since she supposedly got mad when I told her not to have pity on me for not being able to get pregnant. (That was a previous post.) I guess she came around in 9 months or thinks that it doesn't matter anymore. In her email, she said how great her delivery was and that she was only pushing for 3 minutes. She included her usual, catchy "God is Good!" phrase.

That irks me. Does she have to give God props for an easy delivery? And if it wasn't easy, would she write, "God Sucks Ass!"? I doubt it, although that would be amusing.

She's the same old friend who made the comment: "God made Adam and Eve, not Adam and Steve." She thought that would be the end-all to a conversation we were having about gays. I obviously was trying to reason with her. I was quite surprised by her anti-gay statement (disgusting because it even rhymes) because I figured, wrongly, that since she was religious and seemed to have such an understanding and loving faith that she would appreciate all forms of love. I was wrong. In fact, I learned all those years ago that religion seems to increase your hatred of certain people. She proceeded to say "yick" after everything I said, as if that was some way to win the argument. (I have a problem with people who reply with simple sounds when you're trying to have a discussion with them. See my previous post about Dan's sister, who replied "uuuggh" whenever I made a point. I swear, it's like being in first grade again!)

I was so angry and find myself fuming even now, 11 years later. Of course, now I know better to assume that faith and religion equals love and compassion. It doesn't always.

August 03, 2006


I just ordered flowers for my husband. They will be delivered at his work on Monday for our 7th wedding anniversary. Do you think it's okay to send a guy flowers?

I once sent him a Green Bay Packers gift basket—complete with cheese. I was going for the manly "gift" there, but this time I opted for the same exact flowers we had at our wedding. I know it sounds cheesy (no Green Bay pun intended), but I think he'll like them and think it's a sweet gesture.

At least I'll get Hallmark points if he doesn't.