Love of scary movies

I love, love, love scary movies. Love them. Last weekend for our "date night", Jeff and I watched "Quarantine" the movie and it was excellent. Not too gory, and really, really suspenseful. Don't believe me? Here's a little preview:







And let's just say its not a happy ending.



Now normally I'm fine after watching scary movies, but this time I woke up at 2am for one of my million pee breaks and I could NOT bring myself to get up in the dark and go to the bathroom. I just couldn't do it. I lay there for like 15 minutes before I finally poked Jeff and MADE HIM GET UP AND ESCORT ME TO THE BATHROOM. Yes folks, I woke up my husband in the dead of night and made him walk me to the bathroom like I was 8 years old. Poor man. Apparently I am not "cut off" from all scary movies. But in my defense, it WAS a very scary movie!

New Bedding Idea

There's just SOOOO much out there with baby bedding and I kind of like the Winnie the Pooh themed stuff. Jeff's not as fond of it, but I still really like. What do you guys think??

And now I have that song stuck in my head:

Deep in the hundred acre wood

Where Christopher Robin plays

You will find the enchanted neighbourhood

Of Christopher's childhood days

A donkey named Eeyore is his friend

And Kanga and little Roo

There's Rabbit and Piglet

And there's Owl

But most of all Winnie the Pooh

Winnie the Pooh

Winnie the Pooh

Tubby little cubby all stuffed with fluff

He's Winnie the Pooh

Winnie the Pooh

Willy nilly silly old bear

Winnie the Pooh

Winnie the Pooh

Tubby little cubby all stuffed with fluff

He's Winnie the Pooh

Winnie the Pooh

Willy nilly silly old bear

Conscience

At work we have a mentally challenged girl who "helps". Helps is probably putting it nicely because she's been there for like 15 years and all the stuff she actually used to do is now computer generated and she can't use computers. Basically we give her busy work all day long.. and by busy work I mean crap that doesn't even need to be done. ANYWAY, she tends to walk around with money literally falling out of her pockets all day long and takes no notice of it. Today, I walked into the bathroom for one of my million pee breaks and found a $5 on the ground crumpled up. Now I didn't SEE this girl leave the bathroom, but odds are good it was hers. So I gave it back to her.

NOW.. before everyone tells me how nice I was.. here's the confession part. I did think about NOT giving it back for a minute. I could have added that $5 to our cookie jar fund for a new bathroom sink.. and I did have a second of "she would never know" before I just sucked it up and gave it back to her.

So here's the question, does anyone else have not so nice thoughts like this? Feel like doing the "wrong thing" or are other people just naturally good with no nasty thoughts. I mean, I've already confessed to being WAY less than perfect, but it *was* a temptation to keep that $5. I'm not exactly proud I gave it back to her, but I know I would have felt awful if I kept it. But has anyone else had a few seconds of debate like this?? Or am I just a morally corrupt person?

Taxes and a little bit of TMI

Well Jeff and I did our taxes this evening and does anyone else get slightly depressed and think "Where did our money GO" in the past year?? Seriously, its like it all blows away in a big pile of smoke entitled "Bills". Poof! It's gone!!! We are trying some new ideas to save money, and there are a few things on my list right now.

• 1. Wall to wall carpet for the nursery
• 2. Lily's vet appointment to get her checked out and possibly on mood altering drugs to keep her from peeing on even MORE things around the house.
• 3. Monty to be groomed - seriously, our dog STINKS!!!
• 4. Furniture for nursery

Right now that's all I can think of. We also have a fund for home improvements that we're trying to start because oh, if we don't start saving it WILL NEVER HAPPEN!!!

And because I'm feeling very random this evening I wanted to share a tidbit about pregnancy with everyone. Something that I was not aware of before this. You know how in movies they show ultrasounds and its done on the belly?? Well when you're REALLY early in your pregnancy ultrasound is not done this way. Oh no. They use something very similar to a TAMPON and it's an INTERNAL ultrasound. More information than you wanted?? Well I just wanted to give all you ladies' a heads up because boy howdy was I SURPRISED when this happened to me. I mean... surprised probably doesn't cut it. Surprise is a word you use for something pleasant, like a birthday party or cake or something like that. This was not pleasant. This was distinctly UNPLEASANT and to make things even more AWKWARD - Jeff was in the room. Now I love Jeff and we don't have any secrets, but I certainly did not want him there to see that little visit. So take that into consideration ladies!! Little tidbit from me to you - you can thank me later!!

Baby Boy!!!

Snakes and snails and puppydog tails - that's what little boys are made of! It's a boy people!!! It's all very exciting and we do have the perfect boy name so it all works out well. Now I can plan the nursery and all that good stuff, because decorating is FUN! I'm not 100% sure I'll know what to DO with a little boy, but I suppose I'll figure it out eventually! Right now though, it's going to be fun to plan the theme of the nursery and so far my favorite right now is this one:

It's called "Peek a Boo Friends" and seriously, how cute is it?? ADORABLE! I love that it has all these different animals and the bright colors and everything. So cheerful! I'm actually excited to finish cleaning and get everything organized and pretty. This weekend I'm taking my Dad and we're heading to good ol' Building 19 and looking to see if they have any unfinished bookcases I can buy, things like that. I also need to figure out how much wall to wall carpet will cost for that room as well. Just knowing what our baby is, a boy, makes it all the more real!

And here's a question for all the mothers out there:

A bouncy seat or a swing? Are both necessary or can I get away with just one? Keep in mind that our house is small and we need to conserve space as much as possible!! ;-)

Last week of massage

So I'm stopping massage this up-coming weekend. Spending 6 hours on my feet giving massage is leaving my lower back an achy mess. I'm done. But I AM proud of myself for sucking it up until after Valentine's Day which is typically our money making weekend. But I do have ONE complaint - and let's face it, what's the point of blogging unless you have something to bitch about.

$10 tip for an 80 minute massage?? Are you KIDDING me?? Now I understand that times are tight right now, but $10??? GAH!! Are you joking?? Do you KNOW how exhausting an 80 minute massage can be to give?? Now the price at Elements for an 80 minute massage is $75, and $10 is just a little over 10%. I'd be MORE insulted and think that maybe they hated my massage and I just sucked, but I looked at their history and they rarely give more than $10. Ugh...

One time this client gave $5!! $5!!! People, let me tell you a little secret. A massage therapist either works on straight commission, or you are like me and only get $16 per massage. We LIVE for our tips, LIVE for them! If you can't afford to tip nicely, than do what I do.. don't go!!

Vent over!

Yet ANOTHER Sick Day

I'm home sick again. AGAIN! What's the DEAL??? I mean seriously, I've never had so many colds in my life and I seem to be a walking attraction for cold germs and other nasty things.

So I've been sitting at home and feeling sorry for myself. I'm in my pajamas and I've been going up and down the stairs since 9am doing laundry. At least I'm doing SOMETHING productive. We've got tons of laundry that we really haven't been able to do because snow blocks our basement, and our basement is where our washer and dryer are. I also need to go through clothes and maybe start bringing out some spring things. Of course, my selection is limited because I am officially the size of the sun. I cannot FIT my clothes and I have some maternity things to wear that are lovely so it's time to rotate clothing again.

I'll take some pictures this weekend so everyone can see our house in chaos. Yup.. CHAOS as we pack and re-pack and organize as we try to figure out just where everything is going to go. The good thing is that Jeff and I have gotten through the worst of "Where are we going to put all our crap" and our instead taking action. I LOVE action! Love it!! I like to DO things and get that lovely sense of accomplishment when I look around and see a clean house that's well organized.

Otherwise it's same ol' same ol' over here. I've ordered some children's books through Amazon Marketplace for BARGAIN prices! Books are expensive but I want us to have a nice little library ready for our baby. I LOVE to read and it would be nice to pass that along to our child. And books are one of the few things I can buy right now where it doesn't matter if we are having a boy or a girl!! SCORE! I can indulge my desire to nest for a little while longer!

Hope everyone is having a wonderful day - and be on the lookout for pictures!!! They'll be coming soon!

Valentine's Day

Jeff and I actually have dinner plans for Valentine's Day this year - we're going out to dinner with another couple. Should be fun, especially since neither of us is really into Valentine's Day as a holiday. For me in the past, it was a way to measure just HOW MUCH my significant other loved me. And God forbid I did NOT get roses on the big day. I had one boyfriend NOT send me roses for that day, something he had always done previously and I was NOT HAPPY. I already had an inkling that I might not be getting anything since we broke up and got back together more than any celebrity couple currently in fashion. So that day I counted down the minutes getting more and more angry that there was not a big ol' vase of red roses on my desk. What did I do? I did what any other mature, rational, and not INSANELY angry girl would do. I called him up and promptly thanked him for the absolutely BEAUTIFUL bouquet he sent me, and how did he know that the pink roses were my favorite and I went on and on and on. I then slid in how they forgot to put the card in and he should probably call the florist and complain. BINGO! He was PISSED and immediately admitted NOT sending me flowers and demanding to know who did. I played dumb and innocent and said things like "I just ASSUMED they were from you". And don't you know I got flowers hand delivered that night along with an ice cream cake from Carvel (my favorite cake ever, and I am still bitter I never got the Fudgie the Whale Carvel cake that was advertised every single day!).

Years later, married and pregnant, Valentine's Day doesn't hold the same appeal that it once did. Don't get me wrong, I still love getting flowers and cards and all that other stuff, but the whole holiday where flowers are doubled in price isn't something that's high on my priority list. I did try and look through potential gift ideas for Jeff, you know, a little token something to give him. And I was truly amazed at some of the crap that popped up as "suggestions".

Take a gander here people:

Happy Valentine's Day toilet paper. No kidding.

I like bears, and I like lounging on the sofa - but this looks like something I would have gotten from my High School boyfriend.

Nothing says "I love You" like a gigantic, inflatable alligator. Nothing.

I guess I'm just amazed at the lack of thought in some of the gifts. If these are items that TRULY suit your partner, than fine. But they seem like last minute "Holy Shit it's VALENTINE'S DAY AND I HAVE NOTHING TO GIVE" gifts. Or maybe it's just me!

Emotional Rollercoaster

I have no idea if pregnancy hormones are sending me on an emotional rollercoaster but just this evening I went from fine to incredibly down in a matter of 10 seconds. It's just awful and I have no idea how to snap out of it. I sit here and worry about things I have NO CONTROL over, and I cannot seem to stop. I've tried talking to poor Jeff but he wants to offer me SOLUTIONS. And being a woman, and a hormonal woman at that, I don't WANT solutions. I want him to tell me everything will be okay. I want him to listen and agree with everything I say. Sigh.. it's hard sometimes being female!!

Lack of skill in the cooking department

People at my new job are fascinated, I mean FASCINATED by the fact that I do not cook. It's like I've said something along the lines of "I never shower" or "I never go to the bathroom". They are SHOCKED that I don't cook. When I explained that one night I actually DID cook, and by "cook" I mean I shook some fish sticks and potato puffs onto a baking sheet and placed them in the oven, I thought I'd have to pick them up off the ground after they passed out cold. But that's "cooking", right?? I mean... it's NOT not cooking.

Anyway, the way people react they seem to think 1 of 2 things.

1. That somehow I tricked Jeff into marrying me with an elaborate bait and switch and eventually he will grow tired of the fact that my idea of cooking is throwing mac and cheese into a pot. I had one woman tell me, with all seriousness, that Jeff will leave me because I don't cook. Apparently the companionship, friendship, and laughter that I offer our relationship all pale in the shadow of the fact that I don't turn on the oven more than once a month.

2. That my soon to be born child will starve death or suffer from severe malnutrition.

For the first, Jeff KNEW that I couldn't cook when we met. I've already well documented the fact that my attempt at making him baked ziti failed miserably. Let me also point out that the stove in my Allston apartment had not been turned on in the three years I lived there. Not at all. I subsisted on cereal, take out, and the occasional can of soup heated up on the burners. But the stove - didn't use it. I think Jeff figured that out when he came over one day and attempted to make me dinner. The pilot light was out, and when he went to light it, the fireball that came out at him almost took off his eyebrows. Unhappy pretty much sums up his feelings for the night. So, there was no bait and switch. I never got food, threw out the containers and attempted to pass a gourmet meal off on him. Not even once.

And for the second. Of COURSE I have every intention of learning a few simple, nutritious recipes for when our child gets older. Gourmet meals, no thanks. Simple... varied.. sure. But I also figure I have a few years before I need to do this so I'm not all that worried. I've already determined that the crock pot and I are friends, so it probably means I'll be utlizing that more at some point.

For cooking in general. I know, some people LOVE it. My sister Karen pours over recipes and magazing articles and actually CHANGES recipes to suit her needs. I would NEVER change a recipe because I'm just so bad at following the original one that to change it seems to seriously spit in the eye of fate. I don't do it. But yes, there are a lot of people out there who love creating things in the kitchen. They love the whole process, trying things out, chopping and dicing and whatever else goes on. Not me. I hate it. The whole thing is just so BORING to me and I'd really rather do anything else. Laundry? Sure! Scrub the bathroom? No problem! Clean up the house? Anytime! Cook? Bah. Me cooking goes something like this:

Katharine: Puts pot of water on stove and turns it on
Katharine: stands for a few minutes staring at water and gets distracted by something shiny
Katharine: wanders away


time passes....

Jeff: "Is there something burning on the stove"?
Katharine: "Shit"

That's me EVERY SINGLE TIME! I just have NO PATIENCE for cooking and really would rather do a million other things than stand in the kitchen waiting for food. Let's face it, take out is going to be our friend until the day comes that I can no longer lift the phone and place an order!

Dreams for our house

So our living room is small. This picture is slightly out dated since we have a different television and rug and some bookcases in here, but what I REALLY, REALLY want to do is something Jeff's co-workers said would be a wonderful improvement. I want to get rid of our ugly drop ceiling..... and have a cathedral ceiling instead! Sigh.... It would add more space to the room.. both living room and potential nursery... it would be warmer since we'd have redone the insulation, AND it would improve our house's value. A really important thing considering we overpaid for our house when we bought it and there is not a chance in hell we'll get someone to pay that price for it anytime soon. So a cathedral ceiling.. For the materials, we need to come up with about $2,000. And that doesn't include the price of having professionals coming in and demolishing our ceiling. See.. we want professionals to do it since if WE do it, it will take months and months and be a nightmare. A professional team can probably do it for us in a weekend. Now we don't HAVE a spare $2,000+... and right now our main focus is on the devastating cost of daycare.. but this hasn't stopped me from dreaming. See the picture here.. how COOL is this?? Sigh... So anyone have a spare $2,000 for us???