clean floors, dirty paws

Today I arrived home from the grocery store to find Ryan, towel in hand, anxious to share with me what happened while I was away.  What could possibly happen in just 20 minutes? "Your son," he begins, of course he is MY son when he is bad.  "Your son decided it would be a good idea to get paint all over the house." Excuse me, paint?  How did he get paint?  Where is there even paint in our house and where the hell did he find a screw driver to pop open the can? Ryan continues to explain that while he was in the bathroom pooping reading Abner broke into the work in progress nursery and helped himself to a tiny plastic bottle filled with paint, a sample.  He then proceeded to chew on the top until it popped open ON THE CARPET and prance in it before wandering around the house creating a cute puppy paw print art project. Ryan came out of the bathroom to find Abner STANDING ON THE KITCHEN TABLE, paint all over his face and front paws, calmly staring out the ...

Recently I purchased a gorgeous quilt from Anthropologie without reading the care instructions.  This sort of thing happens when said quilt is 65% off, who cares how to wash it, I'll beat it with a rock in the river!  Well, turns out that it is dry clean only which means that it, along with my beautiful and 75% off winter coat, will be dirty.  It is no secret that we love our dogs and while they do not sleep with us at night, they are welcome to come up and hang out while we read or watch TV before bed or in the morning.  This means that a lot of dog fur and the occasional dirty paw print end up on the comforter. No problem when it was a basic white duvet that I washed once a week, but big problem with a beautiful multi-colored dry clean only quilt.  To resolve this issue I turn down the quilt whenever the dogs are on the bed, but Ryan didn't get the memo. So, last night when we were getting ready for bed and I tell him that the quilt is dry clean only and w...

Since discovering I was pregnant, I have spent some time reading different community boards.  I actually have no idea what they are technically called, but it is like a big question and answer center with thousands of expectant moms, experienced moms, bitchy moms, drama moms, know it all moms, etc. I first went to these boards because I was terrified of having a miscarriage and wanted to read all the information I could about everyone's experiences.   I wanted to know if their symptoms matched up with mine, if they were experiencing the same fears and how they were dealing with it.  At first I found it to be somewhat therapeutic, "oh thank god, she got out of breath going up ONE flight of stairs too." But after a while I found the message boards to be downright annoying. The most annoying part, aside from people making judgments about others OVER THE INTERNET, and something I overlooked in the beginning because, well, I was desperate, is the use of abbreviation...

A few weeks ago we did some major furniture juggling around our house.  Well, I watched, pointed, nagged and made concerned faces, but someone's got to.  Anyway, our old den/TV room is now our bedroom, our old bedroom is now an empty room that will become a nursery and our living room is now actually going to be our living room. During the move Ryan questioned where to put the elliptical machine.  For a while we thought about moving all of our workout equipment to the basement but decided against it.  And when I say "all", I mean one machine a few weights and a yoga mat, not like we have a gym here, but I have gotten used to having the elliptical machine in the office/guestroom.  It is nice that I see it every day so I am reminded to use it. Well, Ryan doesn't really love the elliptical in the office/guestroom so I asked him where he would suggest we put it.  He suggested we put it in the baby's room.  Me: "The baby room?  Whey the hell wo...

I have officially reached the, "Is she fat or pregnant?" stage. Eyelids forming, ears growing, legs lengthening, heart pumping, that's all well and fine, but this, THIS should have it's own chapter in a book. If I were asked to write said chapter, and why wouldn't I be, it would go a little something like this. Ladies, you will all reach a stage in your pregnancy when you are not quite fitting into your pre-pregnancy clothes but not quite ready for maternity clothes either ; an awkward stage to say the least.  Think back on puberty when you weren't quite ready for a big girl bra but the training bra was digging into your ribs, kind of like that but things are digging in all over. Here are some signs you have reached this stage.  People start looking at you like you need to buy new pants.  Familiar faces that know you but don't know you are pregnant may mumble under their breath how some people just don't keep their figure after high school.  Or...

Ants, I hate ants.  I know they serve multiple purposes and are very important to our ecosystem, but does one of their purposes have to be to annoy me?  I noticed a few of them wandering around yesterday afternoon, but assumed they would take my evil glare seriously and leave me alone.  Wrong.  This morning I woke up to the fucking rose parade as interrupted by a million ants marching in my kitchen.  I had to go so Ryan wiped them up with some Seventh Generation glass cleaner and went about his day.  When we returned home later that afternoon they were back in full force.  The ants are like, really Ryan, Seventh Generation cleaner?  You think THAT is going to kill us?  We have evolved to outlive RAID! Anyway, I decided to vacuum them up while Ryan traced the origin of their trail.  Once the origin of ants is found you can draw a chalk line in front of it and all around your door where they are climbing in.  Ants will NOT cross...

According to some books, and my doctor, I am supposed to be eating an extra 300 calories every day during this trimester.  I typically try to get these calories healthfully by eating extra fruit, oatmeal, ice cream , yogurt, homemade wheat toast with fig jam, etc. Not today.  Today I got my extra calories with a Taco Bell quesadilla and some chubby hubby ice cream. Oops I know it is gross and probably not the best choice for me or baby, but I have been wanting a damn Taco Bell quesadilla for like 3 months and today I gave in.  I must say that while it was delicious, it has left me with a bit of a stomach ache.   Stomach ache or not, my craving is satiated and I won't be needing Taco Bell for another year or so. Now here's the real question.  Should I eat the rest of the chubby hubby?  There is only like 1/4 cup left.  All alone and lonely in that dark freezer.  So sad... Okay fine, I'll eat it tomorrow