Disappointments and Other Stuff

#1 - While in the Hill Country, we decided to go into Austin and visit my nephew. We went to a world-famous bbq joint (been rated by many places for best bbq beef) My first time being there. It frickin' sucked. Bad.

See, I have this thing about sending food back. Am afraid they will spit on it. But this brisket was so frickin nasty. My nephew's - nice and lean - NO FAT. Mine - you couldn't bite into it - too much fat to even tear it away.

Severely disappointed.

#2 - I live in Texas. It's a frickin' sauna here. This weekend in the Hill Country, it was a zillion degrees - IN THE SHADE. I am now, more than ever, completely incapable of dealing with the heat. Completely. I was an absolute grouch. Covered in sweat and grouchy. I sweat from places I didn't know I had sweat glands.

#3 - I was very glad to see on my BabyCenter.com update this week that apparantly my moodiness is "normal". It says from week six to week 10 is usually the peak. Then it tapers down until the end of the pregnancy.

I give Mark all the credit in the world for dealing with me. Really. Moodniess is not the most appropriate word for me lately.

#4 - Damn....I REALLY wanted some good bbq brisket the other day. Jerks.

#5 - When I get REALLY aggravated, I start to really notice things. For example, we went to see Indy Jones the other night. A woman and her daughter sat next to me. Not sure of the daughter's age - but I'd guess around 11 or 12. The mom was ever so sweet in that she explained EVERY single thing that happened in the movie. About halfway through the movie, I started counting times she said something. I was at 83 when the movie ended. I tried to do the "look over and glare" but it did nothing. And I couldn't say anything because I would have said some not-so-nice words in front of the girl.

Sigh.....

more stuff I shouldn't post about

As we were laying in bed last night, I fell asleep first. I was JUST at that great point of falling asleep. You know, you are just reaching that total relaxation point?? I love that point.

Anyhow, so I hear Mark....

"Sweetie????"
pause pause pause
"Sweetie???"
pause pause pause
"Are you sleeping sweetie???"
SIGH
"Not anymore, Mark"

I roll over and ask him what can I possibly do to help him.

"I've decided on another possible name for a boy if we have one"
(Note - I am STILL not pregnant yet....)

Me: "Ummm...okay"

Him: Ludwig

Me: WTF??? (p.s. - I actually said what the WTF stands for - I didn't say WTF)

Him: Yes. Ludwig

Me: LUDWIG??

Him: Yes. With our last name, he will need something fun and different. I chose Ludwig. In fact, we should just copy Beethoven's name and call him Ludwig Van 13-letter-last-name.

Me: Seriously...

Him: Think about it.

At this point, I just rolled over and silently apologized to any future child/children we will have. He continued talking about it....but I....I just couldn't.

What to write about?

I read on a blog last week - someone asked had blogging "jumped the shark"? iF you don't know the whole theory behind "jumping the shark" - then click and read. It's actually quite fun to read about.

anyhow, I look back to when I started this a year or so ago and either I was more infatuated with blogging or I had more stuff to write about. Maybe it was because I was dating, and then the engagement and then the wedding planning and let's not forget changing jobs AND buying a house?!? (holy crap, that was a busy year for me)

So, I feel guilty, here's this outlet for me. Something I can write about whatever in, and yet I don't have much to write about. Do you want to hear about me and my long ass commute? Nope. How about my neighbors...again? Hah. I don't even want to write about that. Do you want to hear about me and Mark? Please...how fun is that? (although I watched an episode of Everybody Loves Raym0nd the other night - we are just like Ray and his wife. Bicker bicker bicker. Love, love, love)

I feel guilty because I don't write. Becuase I bet it would help me feel better and less stressed. And yet, I don't. I feel bad because I go to all these fabulous blogs and they write beautiful eloquent stuff and I write about stupid stuff.

I want to write about this journey we have now officially started. But that frightens me. Do I talk about it? If so, how much? Will I be jinxing it if I do? I have so much to say about it.... but am afraid (which is not the best word for it) to write about it.

So, that being said (and I know I just wrote like 5 paragraphs of NOTHING), I have no idea what the next few weeks, months will bring.

Hope I don't bore you too much. And if I do, it's okay. I pretty much bore the hell out of myself.

Love y'all!

p.s. - oh and dear mother nature (or whoever is responsible for me getting these GINORMOUS zits - please...give some pity to me. Please????)

p.s.s. - We need to go and show some love to a fellow blogger. I have no idea how I ended up at her blog, but I did. And she needs some bloggy love. More than there are words for.

Math, Round Heads, What will NEVER be the name of our child and Yall Need Glasses

Seriously - every single one of you needs glasses. But I love y'all. I really do. Thanks for boosting a gal's ego. My actual point was not that I chew cud and moo for communicating but that when I look at a photo, I see a totally different me than when I see a mirror.
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Comments overheard tonight from Mark while he was watching coverage of this caucus crap:
"Man, that guy has a PERFECTLY round head - but he isn't fat. How is that possible?"
"That guy is one big brown blob" (guy had a brown shirt, brown tie, brown jacket, brown hair, brown eyes and a fake brown tan)
"Honey, I can concentrate better on the election stuff when you rub my neck" (GAG GAG GAG -means I had to sit and watch with him)
"31 minus 23 is how much? Eight? Ok...." (Counting up differences between 2 candidates)
"Are you sure 31 minus 23 is eight? Ok....Remember that."
"How does someone's head get THAT round??"
"Ooooh...that reporter's name is Major. We should name our child Major. Major '13 letter last name' sounds good. Oh wait - No.... Sergeant '13 letter last name' sounds WAY better. Wow. He'd NEVER get beat up. We are naming our son Sergeant."
"Look, he's ahead by 9. Oh wait...no, that's still 8"
"This doesn't qualify as snuggle time?"
"Don't you like rubbing my legs? How about my feet?"

Sadly. I wish I were over-exaggerating on these. But no. All Direct Quotes. Each one of them.

Misc Stuff

This really is neat.

I've watched it 3 times already this morning
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Santa got me this for Christmas. I have never been so excited about a Christmas gift. I have wanted one for years. I have always watched the info-mercial and never pulled the trigger on buying one.

I will be experimenting with it tomorrow and on Tuesday. I must try the Chocolate Mousse', dicing onions, margaritas and MORE!!!!!
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