hand me down grill

We inherited this old grill from a friend of ours’ when she moved out of town. It’s kind of falling apart but we made a quick fix today: we bought a cutting board and G screwed it TO THE GRILL. The cutting board portion may be worth more than the rest of the grill, minus the propane tank. But we’re pretty proud of our idea. Next year maybe we’ll get a new one.

the cutting board on our grill

the cutting board on our grill

It’s Sunday, guess what we did today…

No really, guess.

We went to Lowe’s again!!! This time we got more spray paint to finish painting the fence outside, and G got a brand new chainsaw thing. (Pardon the baby in this picture.)

he says it's not a chainsaw

he says it's not a chainsaw

But it looks like a chainsaw to me. G says they are 

Man vs. Nature.

Man vs. Nature.

hedge clippers, so we could attack the man-eating bush that has overgrown our (very small) portion of the backyard. We wanted to clean it up a bit so people could actually sit in the backyard and enjoy a cookout without being swallowed by the ginormous bush/tree combo that our neighbors have in their yard.

spray painting the fence

spray painting the fence

G has asked me to create a List of things for him to do. He calls me “boss” and says, “What’s next on the list, boss?” I kind of like it and kind of hate it because sometimes all I can think of is Boss Hogg from the Dukes of Hazzard. But he’s right- I am the boss mostly. But I took some pictures of him doing chores. I like watching him work. And I help a little bit– when I can……more later

hospital tours and more

Whoa, this is how I feel today:

gunner passed out

gunner passed out

Pay no mind to the big drool stain on my couch (and thanks Gunner!). This past weekend I dog-sat my furry nephew Gunner again, and took him on numerous long walks in the hot weather. He was so tired that he could barely walk when we got home. I felt the same way. I still do in fact.  It’s funny how much more tired I am these days. This morning I woke up feeling like I worked out yesterday, even though I hadn’t. Just achy in general. So bizarre. And the sleep I’m getting is that weird in-between-sleep that doesn’t really count. It’s like taking a 20 minute nap when you don’t ever really fall completely asleep and you don’t ever feel completely rested. You just feel awake and tired. I’ve felt that way for about a week now, and I realize this is probably as good as it gets. Meh, whatever.

This past weekend was also Memorial Day weekend. I worked on Saturday, but then Sunday G and I went to Lowe’s and got some flowers. This entire outing took entirely too long for both G and I. It was hot and miserable and our cart was shitty and kept going askew instead of straight where we’d push it. We always laugh at the people at Lowe’s since there are always couples there getting into domestic disputes and arguments. “You’re such a GD asshole my godwhat’syourproblem!?” THESE ARE THINGS I OVERHEAR AT LOWE’S EVERYTIME WE GO THERE. Inevitably G and I get into a discussion over this versus that, and it never escalates, but he tries to make a scene just so we fit in, and then I laugh so hard I end up having to pee. Yes, I can tell you where the restroom is at Lowe’s and Home Depot. What of it?!

We ended up getting these plants:

our cart at lowe's

our cart at lowe's

which ended up costing like $70 or something which I believe is pure shit. I mean, there’s no guarantee I won’t end up killing these things and YES we already discussed how we probably should’ve tried the plant thing or the pet thing before attempting the parenting thing. We just never wanted that much responsibility. Ha!

Then after our Lowe’s outing we went on a walk with our friend Ryan and the dog up to get ice cream at Jeni’s. This time I had lemon blueberry and reisling pear. The girl said, ‘Be careful-it’s really soft due to the all the alcohol in it…” and I was like, “BRING IT!” Yea I did not get a buzz from the ice cream, bummer. But it was quite tasty on that hot hot day.

Monday we then had cinnamon rolls at home and ended up cooking out. A few friends came over and it was a good time. Still I was exhausted by the end of the day. G ended up planting some of the flowers we got last night with the only gardening tool we have: a plastic child’s Spongebob Squarepants trowel that we bought at Lowe’s. It worked though. And we have an adorable little toad who likes the basil and lavender plants we put in the the flower bed. He’s so cute!

I could go on and on about work but I’m not going to- but mainly you should know that we’re getting to that time of year where schools are letting out and we’re about to be infiltrated by massive amounts of bored children and their parents who are looking for something, anything to do with their kids that is free. Of course we promote coming-to-the-library and we WANT them there….but somedays I wish there was a disclaimer attached to that sentiment…like:  (*assuming your children are well-behaved and not maniacs, YES we would LOVE to have them*) but that would never fly, and I should be ashamed for even thinking such a thing. So yea, we’re getting busier and busier with angry people and bored kids. It’s awesome. Add onto that the time on my feet in uncomfortable shoes and you have one happy lady at the end of the day!

Tonight was our big Hospital tour, which I thought might be unnecessary but after going through it I’m really glad we did. First off, I grew up being INCREDIBLY familiar with one hospital in particular. It is a tiny tiny hospital in comparison to the one where I’ll be giving birth. The hospital is color coded for your convenience, Yellow, Blue, Green, Red, etc. The women’s center is Yellow- and there are two floors you might be on within the Labor and Delivery– either 3 or 5. I’m hoping for 3 since it’s one of my favorite numbers. Anyways, we were there at the “tour” with two other couples- one due in August and the other in October. When I hear someone say they’re due after me, it makes me feel so good now- like there IS an end in sight and yes there WILL be a baby coming out of here soon. Ironically, there are butterflies painted on the walls of the hallways in the maternity areas (I have an irrational fear of butterflies). G says he remembers everything from the tour, but I felt way bombarded with information. I’m sure I would get lost the next time I’m there. Most of the time I was too busy sizing myself up in comparison to the other lady that was due in August, and wondering how those adorable (but seemingly ginormous) babies in the nursery could ever come out of my body…YIKES.

Anyways, the rooms at the hospital offer a host of things- birthing balls, cd player, dvd player, and we are welcome to bring our iPod docking station. And I asked G, “What kind of playlist do we play in labor?” You’re allowed to use cellphones and the wireless in the hospital, no problems. The place just seems really- unhospital-like which is GOOD. 

It was freaky to be there, but I’m glad we went. I don’t think we’re going to do a childbirth class, mostly because they’re over $100 and we can both think of a million other things that money could go towards. Instead we’ve rented a bunch of library DVDs to watch. I’ve had them for two weeks and no we haven’t watched them…but that’s because I also have Six Feet Under and Notorious to watch…

I have some other funny things I wanted to tell but I’m not concentrating right now…I’m so tired and I just kind of want to lay down…. Will promise to write more interesting stuff later…

Swear words

There are some serious swear words echoing throughout our apartment, and this time it’s NOT ME. G and I decided to do some smallish projects that we started this weekend. Very small, do-able projects like: taking the cabinet doors off of the vanity in the bathroom, sanding, staining and replacing the hardware on them because they previously were disgusting. By disgusting I mean, they were old, not sealed, kind of peeling in places, etc. G offered to do this project. “Great idea!” I exclaimed- because I had a friend coming in from out of town who also wanted to do some DIY stuff around the house. Awesome.

Around 9am on Saturday I think it was, I decided I wanted to paint one wall of the baby’s room blue. The bedding and pattern of the nursery set I have been given is tan and green. It is impossible to match the green. But as I mentioned in a previous post, the room made me nervous upon entering it. It felt cramped and it definitely needed something. Over the weekend I decided that “thing” was pastel blue paint to match the elephant in the nursery bedding. So we painted it blue. I’m happy with the blue wall. I may post pictures soon. Maybe.

But we keep running into smallish obstacles while doing projects. These are the things that make G cuss loudly: finding out that the wall we’re hammering into is made of three separate substances, such as sheet metal, plaster and brick. OR- you find out that the holes in the cabinets for the bathroom vanity are 2 inches apart instead of 3 inches apart, which is the standard size for all pulls one may want to replace.

All of this will lead to multiple trips to Home Depot and Lowe’s (often in the same day) for different kinds of screws, nails, hardware seeking attempts, and finally silver metal spray paint so we can just spruce up the old hardware and put it back on the damned vanity already because WE RENT, WHY ARE WE EVEN TRYING!?!?!?!?!?!

But anyways, I mentioned G got me the sweet flowers and card (that nearly made me cry) for Mother’s Day. And I had numerous well wishes and cards from family and friends, and more cds from my sister (you rock) and an awesome gift of ginger-scented body lotion and bath soaps from my friend Mandy. I felt special, but it’s hard to feel like a mom when your kid is swimming in your gut instead of sitting on your lap.

And this weekend said friend Mandy came from Chicago to visit me and we had an awesome weekend of food, visiting and shopping around- even though I didn’t buy much it was still just nice to have a friend to go do things with. She helped me paint the wall in the nursery, and cooked us both breakfast and dinner. Then my brother Brett came to visit on Sunday with his dog Gunner- and enjoyed the delicious meal that Mandy made (ribs in the crock pot with mashed potatoes, corn on the cob and green beans, fresh strawberries and blackberries) and chatted for a while.

It was a good weekend and I was glad to enjoy it with such a great friend who’s known me forever. After all of that – the great meals she cooked, and the awesome Mother’s Day gift she gave me, today when I came home from work there was yet ANOTHER gift from Mandy in a package on my front porch: a house-warming gift. It is really really cool- a magnetic spice rack that hangs on the wall. G and I both love it! Now, Mandy- if you’re reading this STOP BUYING THINGS NOW! 🙂 I can’t keep up with the thank-you notes!

I hope everyone reading this had a good weekend as well and I hope for all of our sakes that there are more leisurely spring weekends ahead as the weather continues to get nicer in Ohio.

Incredibly cool hanging spice rack

Incredibly cool hanging spice rack

work in progress...

work in progress...

sleeping lambs

sleeping lambs

Productive Monday

We got the crib put together- and mostly assembled Thumbkin’s room- though I’m still not satisfied with it so I’m not posting pics on here quite yet.  I have to admit that I only had fleeting moments where I imagined what-the-nursery-will-look-like…and those quickly passed. Mostly I stopped thinking about it because: all of that shit is insanely expensive; I don’t really want to have to re-paint the walls when we leave here; I would much prefer hand-me-down stuff to decorate a nursery and perhaps get myself a new bedspread down the road. Don’t look at me like that, the baby will not remember his nursery. AND- I lucked out and got a ton of adorable hand-me-down stuff. So it all is put together and cute and whatnot. It’s just a little…shall we say….cramped.

We put Thumbkin in the tiniest room because, in all fairness, he will be the tiniest person in the house. We made the second room into a guest room. We are both hoping that we can keep Thumbkin in that room for as long as possible- because neither of us are quite sure if we’ll ever be able to afford a house or anything bigger than this place. So- there you have it: I have a tiny little room with a lot of furniture and cute safari/jungle themed-bedding and stuff. I don’t have the walls painted and I’m not going to. And I don’t think I’m going to put his name in letters on the wall behind the crib because we’re still not settled completely on what his name will be and that’s that.

Anyways. I just keep walking into this room and I try to think of what would make it more calming/peaceful/etc. I’m not sure yet. Picture placement perhaps? I don’t know. Once I get it figured out I’ll take a picture or two and post it on here. Just don’t go thinking that I”m some sort of crazy design freak who gets all into this kind of thing. My son will have a cute looking, completely livable space to nap in and whatnot for the next few years. It just probably won’t look any fancier than my bedroom.

Once we were finished with the crib, I had G put up the tie-backs for our curtains in the living room- or what we affectionately now call the “parlor”. When people come over we end up sitting in this room for some reason and I love it. I told G to pose for me- because I think these chairs in front of the bookcase and fireplace are reminiscent of Masterpiece Theatre. I asked him to grab a book and he picked one from his own collection: The End of the World News by Anthony Burgess.

Enjoy.

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blog vomit & house tour.

Okay- so I feel like I have a lot to say, but lately every time I post I spend the next two days thinking, “Why didn’t you read over that?” or “What’s wrong with you???”…my “voice” doesn’t sound right. It’s because my voice has become overwrought with hormones and the constant feeling of someone swimming inside my belly. I can’t really think of much else to be honest. If I show up in the right place at the right time for work or anything else, I consider that success. The rest of life I’m just floating through, hoping I don’t overdraw my checking account and making sure I take the time to appreciate the quiet that comes with a day off and nothing really pressing to do. Because I know that eventually that will end. The quiet part. And the not-having-anything-to-do part.

So what did I do today on my day off? Well I had lunch with a good friend who I don’t get to see much anymore. Since leaving the other library branch I worked at I have sorely missed the people there.  I wish I got to see them all more- but more often I wish I got to WORK with them more.  There was something about the Chi in that place that I love. Anyways. I had a good lunch. And it was a GORGEOUS day. 73 degrees even! Sunshine- all of it. I had taken a good long look at my checkbook and decided to splurge on a pedicure. I went to one of those cheap asian places because a) I’m cheap and b) I’m pretty sure the fumes won’t hurt Thumbkin anymore than the cigarettes did the first few weeks I was prego. So that was nice. I now have springy pretty toenails and (whoops) nicely manicured fingernails. (I fell for the inadvertent upsell to include the fingernails in the package.) I’m glad I did though.

Then I went to the grocery store and bought stuff to grill out tonight since it’s so nice out. I love grilling out. I just prepare it, and G cooks it. It’s awesome. And I got STEAKS. mmmmm. More meat off the bone, my favorite.

Then I attempted to take some pictures of myself.  And I’m wearing a very cute dress I got at a consignment shop really cheap. But I look huge in these pictures. Here they are. I am coming up on 23 weeks here.  The laptop no longer sits properly on my stomach and G thinks it’s going to radiate the baby. 

WHOA! 23 weeks.

23 weeks

 So I think I look bigger here. I definitely look bigger in this next one.

WHOA! 23 weeks.   I dearly hope it’s the angle at which I”m forced to take these pictures of myself but something tells me it’s not. And I need to start lifting weights with my “home gym” (as G calls it). That means, lifting the 5 and 10 pound dumb bells that sit and collect dust next to the television set. I hate arm fat.

Okay enough self deprecation for one post let’s move on:

As I mentioned before, we moved. Here are some additional pictures of our new place.  We are nowhere near “finished” but it’s a start and it feels more and more like home each day. We love it.

Living Room, one of them

Living Room, one of them

Sitting on the couch

Sitting on the couch

Empty Front Room/Front door

Empty Front Room/Front door

Empty Front Room/more bookshelves

Empty Front Room/more bookshelves

Guest bedroom

Guest bedroom

Our bedroom

Our bedroom

And yes, you’re right it does look like most of my stuff is hand me downs and YES it does look somewhat minimalistic without much stuff on the walls…including paint. But we rent. We are having a baby that we think may develop normally with only 1-2 framed-at-home posters of cheap art instead of actual nice stuff. So there.  Speaking of which, you may be wondering, “Where will Thumbkin sleep?” If you take a good look at the picture of our room, there’s lots of room for a basinett (sp?) next to my side of the bed (woo hoo for 2 hour naps instead of full nights of sleep). And eventually, when I grow out of my fat clothes, the baby will have his own room here:

Baby Room/Maternity Clothes closet/Mandy's Dressing Room

Baby Room/Maternity Clothes closet/Mandy's Dressing Room

It’s almost as big as my parents’ clothes closet and you’re looking at the only piece of furniture we’ve acquired thus far. We have other furniture coming from GRACIOUS family members who are donating it. Otherwise I was all about having Thumbkin sleep in an empty dresser drawer that we could line with nice throw blankets or something. I mean SHIT that stuff is expensive?!  But if you look closely at this picture, you can see the “theme” is animals. We’re fond of monkeys and sheep. I know they don’t really coexist in any habitat that we’re aware of but they’re cute as hell, right?

And when he arrives, and he finally gets to sleep in his own room, we’ll be putting him in this:

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"Chillin' in my crib" -- the coolest shirt ever.

Things are starting to come together.

Namely our kitchen is coming together.  Here are some quick pics. It’s much bigger than my old kitchen, and newer and notice the DISH WASHER! It’s got windows and lots and lots of space, though really there are 4 cabinets- these are the ONLY cabinets. So this means there is a lot of “stuff” (food and/or cooking dishes & supplies) out in the open. Oh well. I did find some super duper cool shelving to put on the basement wall and door so we have a mini-pantry.

I’m so happy with the way it looks so far and we have several things to add!New Kitchen!

New Kitchen!
Kitchen "Nook"

Kitchen "Nook"

And here is our “nook” where I’ve stored most of the stuff that wouldn’t fit in the four cupboards we have. It doesn’t look great but I think we can still squeeze a tiny table in here. There’s also a row of hooks built-in to the wall that faces this one. picture-031

And…the fridge. Funny story. Moving out of my old place, we had to take the fridge OUT of the kitchen and pull it into the dining room in order to get the washer and dryer out of the basement. As I’m cleaning out the fridge at the old place- throwing things away and whatnot since it’s already unplugged and SITTING IN THE DINING ROOM while my brother and G are hoisting a washer and dryer up the basement steps, my 100 year old landlord (who I am CERTAIN is senile) comes into the room and says,

“But that refrigerator is ours’!” in her shaky old-person, losing-sanity voice.

I said, “We’re not taking your fridge. The refrigerator at our new place is much nicer than this one.” Which…is mostly true. I mean- it’s about the same age. But the one at my old place was rusted and had dirt on it that would not come off with elbow grease, Comet, Bleach, Soft Scrub, SOS pads, nothing.

Another plus to the new place: it was SPOTLESS when we moved in. I mean- really really clean. I love my new landlords.

So this is what I’ve been focusing my energy on- putting my kitchen in order. I just have to hang some things and get the little table in the “nook” and we’ll be ALL set.

Tiny table goes here.

Tiny table goes here.