A List

Since this has become a pregnancy blog of late, I decided to do something different.  It's kind of a cop out and also kind of cool.  I found it on my friend Liz's blog.  Without further delay, here are some things about me:


I Am…Pregnant.  It's all I can think about right now.  Before, I was just Olivia's mom.  Then, I became Kelly's wife.  I kind of forgot who I am as a woman. 

I Want…a family.  I want a happy, healthy family.  

I Have…a house that sucks the life out of us.  I should have sold it years ago, but memories kept me here.

I Wish…I had enough money to pay off everything I owe and make a huge donation to the children's hospital for which I work with some stipulations.

I Hate…seeing children die.

I Fear…losing another child.  And bridges and spiders.

I Hear…"Holding, Offense #66"  Bad Giant.

I Search…Google for everything.  My bff calls me Google when she needs info.  

I Wonder…what Olivia would be like if she were still alive.

I Regret…my many mistakes in relationships. 

I Love…going to the fair.  The only sad part of being pregnant in the fall is not being able to ride sketchy temporary roller coasters.  However, I will devour roasted corn and an Elephant Ear.  Thank you Roger Fleming for introducing me to those divine creations.

I Ache…in my back more often than not.  I have degenerative disc disease.  Only when I'm "stuck" in a spasm do I complain out loud.  Then, it's only because I need help standing up.

I Always…worry.  Yes, Liz, I do as well.  My mom was dying of cancer and said to me that she wasn't worried.  Her faith kept her from it.  I'm not that strong.

I Usually…play my favorite FB related games every day.

I Am Not…a strong person in many ways.  I feel weak and useless in so many situations.

I Dance…watching VH1 in the mornings.  I used to nearly every day until this evil all-day morning sickness hit.

I Sing…always.  I sing to the radio.  I sing to the song in my head.  I sing to people.  I am not fooled thinking they like it.  I just like to do it.

I Never…want to bury another child.

I Rarely…give up in a fight.  I am too stubborn for my own good.

I Cry…when I'm angry.  I have mastered keeping my emotions in check in other situations.

I Am Not Always…a team player.  If I think the team is wrong, then I don't go along.  This gets me in trouble at times.

I Lose…my temper over really stupid stuff.

I'm Confused…*This is closely plagiarized from Liz*  How could anyone possibly truly believe what the Republican candidates stand for?  I'm all about agreeing to disagree for the protection of friendships, familial relationships, and even to keep relationships and conversations from going sour- It's why we still talk.

I Need…a job that has enough hours and enough pay to keep me from working one or two more.

I Should…exercise.  I know it.  I used to about 13 years ago.  Life bogged me down and I've never climbed back.

What about you?

Swinging

No.  I'm not talking about sex games tonight.

I've had horrendous morning sickness that lasts all freaking day.  I have had the sore boobs.  I didn't think I'd been all that moody, though.

Tonight, it was such a big swing and so noticeable, I stepped away from Pinterest to write about it.

I had an ok day.  I was super nauseous, but I held it down.  I managed to drink a little and eat three bites of a blueberry muffin and a few slices of apple.  I paid a surprise visit to my dear friend, Julie.  I'm never in her area and I was, so I took advantage.

I headed off to find a milkshake and then home.  I became distracted, which happens even more often now.  I went to Target.  I had a bad wave of dinner time sickness and barely made it out.  In the check out line, I picked up a prepaid $100 gift card by accident.  If I weren't so constipated with this pregnancy, I'd have crapped my pants when I saw my total.  Luckily, I figured it out and remedied the situation.

I made it home.  I got out a delectable orange Popsicle and settled in for some preseason NFL.  Even if I don't care about either team, it's football and that makes me happy.   I'd been sitting here a few minutes when I turned around and saw something.  It was my Popsicle!  Well, it was actually orange mush by this point.  I played some of my fave games online, then I went over to Pinterest.  I don't even know what set me off.  Between the ridiculous political ads on tv and some quotes on there, I went from content to wanting to cry my eyeballs out.

I chose not to cry.  It's not going to do a thing.  So, I came here.  I hope to one day be a published author.  For now, I write because it makes me feel better.  I'm not on the verge of tears anymore.

Surely I'm Related to Ted Turner

I'd say I need to win the lottery, but I never play, so it's kind of a futile thought.  This week has been filled with work, morning/evening/night sickness, sleep and carpet scrubbing.  I was crazy over the opening ceremony of the Olympics, but man am I sick of them.  No offense to the athletes, but if I wanted to watch this many sports, I'd have the tv on ESPN, ESPN2, SportsSouth, yada yada yada, all day every day. 

I have been viciously ill for a few days.  Today is shaping up much better having discovered that baby likes some Bojangles.  However, it's why I've had the tv on more than usual.  I'm not a tv fiend.  I love my shows: Glee, True Blood, The Mentalist and Criminal Minds.  Otherwise, unless it's Jeopardy, I don't care if it's on. 

AND, I am sick to death of the non-stop completely bs political ads from both sides.  Those ads don't sway voters.  If they do, then those voters scare me. 

I want to have a voice in what is on the tube.  What happened to days of good sitcoms, decent dramas, and news that wasn't complete sensationalism?  I sound like an old fogey, but I'm not old.  I'm sort of middle aged, but still.  There is a veritable pile of excrement that is paraded as television in the US.  Can someone trace my lineage, because this baby makes me too tired, to see if I'm in anyway connected to Ted Turner or any of those other network gurus?  I promise, MTV and VH1 would start playing videos again.

 

 

Shiny Objects and Squirrles

There's nothing shiny in front of me nor is there a squirrel in my bedroom.  I am having the most freakishly random thoughts and dreams of my life.  The only one comparable was when I was pregnant with Olivia.  I dreamed she was a little black boy.  Neither family was upset.  It was all curiosity as to where the hidden gene was.

Back to the here and now.  I'm going crazy in the bedroom about to OD on Facebook linked games.  My dear hubby was making himself a gourmet pizza when I came in.  No biggie, right?  My olfactory sense is in overdrive.  I rushed to the back of the house and shut the door.  I turned on the tv to catch Missy Franklin win a gold and set a new world record.  I'm playing Bejeweled Blitz with my friend Julie and Words With Friends in between turns of the others.

I totally screwed up the BB game against Christy because I was focused on Missy.  I made a second grade word because I watched diving.  Then, this lightning streak of red caught my eye.  It was the 100M prelims for women.  HSB....first, Alyson Felix is wearing a modified belly shirt and ass bearing super tight spandex bottoms.  Why not just run naked?  I mean, those airplane propeller legs caught my eye at first, then I was transfixed by the amount of butt cheek visible.  It's kind of like a boy short panty for those of you not watching.

What does any of this have in common?  Not a damn thing.  That's my initial point.  I am terribly unfocused.  Go USA.

image courtesy Teivan Pettinger