1. Note to self: Never again go grocery shopping on the day before Thanksgiving. The local grocery store was full to the gills of men who'd been sent for last minute items by their overworked wives. Lets face it, most men are clueless in a grocery store. They stand right in the middle of any given aisle, muttering to themselves about the difference between pumpkin pie spice and pumpkin spice. Look out, dude, you're in my way.
2. There were some good things about the grocery store, though. I was in the baby aisle when three little Mexican kids pushed my cart out of the way to get to something they needed. It didn't bother me too much, but it bothered their mother. She made them each apologize to me individually. Then, 2-3 minutes later, the little 8ish-year-old boy came back and said, "Ma'am, jour bebe shore ez bee-you-tiful."
3. There was also one of the above mentioned clueless men standing right in front of all of the potatoes. He asked me for cooking advice. I know! ME! Good thing I just happen to be a mashed potato connoisseur and was easily able to point him toward a proper potato variety choice.
4. It was cold enough to wear socks and pajama pants yesterday. I was thrilled. Carolyn and I took a nap together. I was wearing socks with giant, stuffed snowmen sewn on them. I'm pretty sure Grainne sent them to me a couple of years ago.
5. Texas A&M pulled out the win against Texas on Thanksgiving, much to Husband's delight. BYU, on the other hand, lost to Utah. Mostly because they were playing not to lose rather than playing to win. Their last second field goal was blocked. The final score was 17-16.
6. The Mousey One at work just walked by and in reference to the BYU loss, sang to me to the tune of You are Sixteen Going on Seventeen from The Sound of Music, "You got sixteen, couldn't make seventeen..."
7. When he was done singing, he handed me a Texas buckeye. He said I should put it in my pocket for good luck. I told him if the Texas buckeye brought me luck the way it brought the Longhorns luck, I didn't want it.
8. I told mom yesterday that we're going to have to put Carolyn in daycare starting next week. When she semi-freaked out, I told her that daycare was the only remaining option right now. She said she thought that instead of that, I ought to just quit my job and go on welfare.
9. I had way too much fun over the Thanksgiving break. I loved being home with Carolyn. And Husband. Although, Friday officially marked the beginning of the holiday buying season and as such, I've now become a retail widow. Husband has to work insane hours to get everything done at work before Christmas. I used to love the holidays. Now it's just an extra lot of time of me being alone.
10. And speaking of the holidays, our tree is not up. I'm not sure that it ever will be. With all the baby stuff, there's literally no where to put it. And, since Husband is working so much, I have to put everything up all by myself. What fun is that?
Showing posts with label football. Show all posts
Showing posts with label football. Show all posts
Monday, November 29, 2010
Saturday, October 23, 2010
Rooting for the Aggies
Go, Aggies, GOOOO!
Ummm...all this picture taking is disturbing my game watching...
Yes, that's better.
Now, mom, how about a brewski?
Monday, October 18, 2010
Fighting the Nashville Blues
1. Last week, Sister-In-Law looked after Carolyn. Guess what she did? In just three days, she taught Carolyn to put herself down for a nap! Saturday I was able to put her down and walk out of the room and she slept for almost an entire hour. And then yesterday at church, she put herself to sleep in the car seat during sacrament meeting. That's never happened before.
2. Oh, Sister-In-Law also clipped Carolyn's near-deadly fingernails. I hate clipping them. I swear I've almost cut Carolyn's entire finger off at least twice - now I'm gun shy.
3. Husband and I sat down last night and watched that show on TLC called Sister Wives. It follows a Utah polygamist family - a man and his three (soon to be four) wives. They're pretty modern polygamists, not the kind with the big hair and the puffy sleeved dresses who get married when they're twelve. It's an interesting look into their lives. Three of the wives work outside the home and the other one takes care of the kids that aren't in school. It kind of made me wish I had a sister wife just about now. I mean, the only problem I would have with it would be the inability to share Husband. And I also don't know if I could deal with another woman in my home. Other than that, sign me up!
4. I think I'm going to have to ask to be released from teaching the Sunbeam class at church. Yesterday, Husband and I both had classes at the exact time Carolyn needed to eat. I spent the last 45 minutes of church trying to hold the bottle, coral eight kids on the stand in the chapel while practicing for the primary program (I failed miserably), and keep them from poking Carolyn's eyes out. What is it about four-year-olds and sticking their fingers in baby's eyes?? Oh, and I also had to retrieve her binkie from three different children who thought they should have it in their mouths. This is another instance where a sister wife would come in handy.
5. Saturday was a day of mourning in the Peters house. Texas A&M lost to Missouri 30-9 and BYU lost to TCU 31-3. The only good thing was that Husband made some delicious pork taquitos and guacamole.
6. I'm totally one of those people who will pay three times as much for watermelon that's already cut up.
7. I applied for a job as a massage therapist at a chiropractic office on Friday. I figure as long as I have to work anyway, I might as well start applying for a job that I really want to do. I was thinking that the chiropractor integrated massage into his treatment plans, which is what I was so excited about. But now that I've read and re-read the advertisement, it appears that's not the case. It looks like there's just an open room at his office and I'll have to book my own clients. That's not what I'm after at all.
8. Husband dropped Carolyn off at her new babysitter's house this morning. It's this great girl from church who volunteered to help us out until Christmas. She's one of those people who, when you see her, you think, "That lady's really got it together!" But despite that, I made myself sick, sick, sick all weekend just thinking about having to leave her again.
9. And speaking of that, will there ever be a time when I will feel something other than anxiety and exhaustion??
10. My boss is still out sick. That means I still have nothing to do.
2. Oh, Sister-In-Law also clipped Carolyn's near-deadly fingernails. I hate clipping them. I swear I've almost cut Carolyn's entire finger off at least twice - now I'm gun shy.
3. Husband and I sat down last night and watched that show on TLC called Sister Wives. It follows a Utah polygamist family - a man and his three (soon to be four) wives. They're pretty modern polygamists, not the kind with the big hair and the puffy sleeved dresses who get married when they're twelve. It's an interesting look into their lives. Three of the wives work outside the home and the other one takes care of the kids that aren't in school. It kind of made me wish I had a sister wife just about now. I mean, the only problem I would have with it would be the inability to share Husband. And I also don't know if I could deal with another woman in my home. Other than that, sign me up!
4. I think I'm going to have to ask to be released from teaching the Sunbeam class at church. Yesterday, Husband and I both had classes at the exact time Carolyn needed to eat. I spent the last 45 minutes of church trying to hold the bottle, coral eight kids on the stand in the chapel while practicing for the primary program (I failed miserably), and keep them from poking Carolyn's eyes out. What is it about four-year-olds and sticking their fingers in baby's eyes?? Oh, and I also had to retrieve her binkie from three different children who thought they should have it in their mouths. This is another instance where a sister wife would come in handy.
5. Saturday was a day of mourning in the Peters house. Texas A&M lost to Missouri 30-9 and BYU lost to TCU 31-3. The only good thing was that Husband made some delicious pork taquitos and guacamole.
6. I'm totally one of those people who will pay three times as much for watermelon that's already cut up.
7. I applied for a job as a massage therapist at a chiropractic office on Friday. I figure as long as I have to work anyway, I might as well start applying for a job that I really want to do. I was thinking that the chiropractor integrated massage into his treatment plans, which is what I was so excited about. But now that I've read and re-read the advertisement, it appears that's not the case. It looks like there's just an open room at his office and I'll have to book my own clients. That's not what I'm after at all.
8. Husband dropped Carolyn off at her new babysitter's house this morning. It's this great girl from church who volunteered to help us out until Christmas. She's one of those people who, when you see her, you think, "That lady's really got it together!" But despite that, I made myself sick, sick, sick all weekend just thinking about having to leave her again.
9. And speaking of that, will there ever be a time when I will feel something other than anxiety and exhaustion??
10. My boss is still out sick. That means I still have nothing to do.
Monday, September 06, 2010
Labor Day
1. It's Labor Day. Husband is at work...laboring. He works every holiday except Christmas and Thanksgiving. We haven't had a three-day weekend since we've been married. It makes me feel left out - everyone else gets to go do fun things. We can't. Because Husband is always at work.
2. We went to church yesterday for the first time since Carolyn was born. She was a champ. She slept through most of it. I couldn't help but think about how if she's going to be that good, I should just go to church and stay there forever.
3. Friday was my 32nd birthday. This past year has been the hardest of my life.
4. As a special birthday present to myself, I downloaded some Ricky Martin. I pretended it was a special birthday serenade to me.
5. Carolyn had a good day on Thursday, not crying until about 5pm. Then, she had her worst day ever on Friday where she screamed literally all day with one 45 minute nap. Saturday she hardly cried at all. Yesterday she hit it hard from 4pm-8pm. This morning she cried for an hour, screamed for 45 minutes, and finally decided a nap was in order. So, the question is, how do I replicate what happened on Saturday? I have no idea, because I did absolutely nothing different.
6. College Football Saturday was outstanding - a win for both of our teams, some sliders late in the day, an icy cold Dr. Pepper. I think that's what heaven will be like.
7. I really don't know how I feel about BYU using the two quarterback system. I can't decide if I like either one of them, but I'm leaning toward Riley Nelson. I'm sure he'd be happy to know he's got my support.
8. Our TV semi-broke this morning. I almost cried. Husband fixed it when he came home for lunch just now. He left, instructing me not to turn it off, just in case it won't come back on again tonight - more college football to watch, you know.
9. I'm really enjoying all of the medical bills, EOBs, etc. we've been getting since Carolyn was born. So far, I figure our insurance has been billed over $28,000. Our part of that (so far) is about 10%. When is health care reform that actually works going to pass?
10. Carolyn is growing - not getting fatter, just getting taller. In another 1/2 inch, she'll out grow her sleep sacks. Someone should have told me to buy the next size up!
11. The mail lady pulled me aside on Friday while I was outside walking with Carolyn to offer some unsolicited advice on raising children. It lasted fifteen minutes. I was relieved when she finally drove away. Then, as I was walking toward the house, she backed up the mail truck - she'd forgotten to tell me that baby products are available for purchase at Walgreen's. Huh. You don't say. No one can accuse the USPS not going the extra mile.
2. We went to church yesterday for the first time since Carolyn was born. She was a champ. She slept through most of it. I couldn't help but think about how if she's going to be that good, I should just go to church and stay there forever.
3. Friday was my 32nd birthday. This past year has been the hardest of my life.
4. As a special birthday present to myself, I downloaded some Ricky Martin. I pretended it was a special birthday serenade to me.
5. Carolyn had a good day on Thursday, not crying until about 5pm. Then, she had her worst day ever on Friday where she screamed literally all day with one 45 minute nap. Saturday she hardly cried at all. Yesterday she hit it hard from 4pm-8pm. This morning she cried for an hour, screamed for 45 minutes, and finally decided a nap was in order. So, the question is, how do I replicate what happened on Saturday? I have no idea, because I did absolutely nothing different.
6. College Football Saturday was outstanding - a win for both of our teams, some sliders late in the day, an icy cold Dr. Pepper. I think that's what heaven will be like.
7. I really don't know how I feel about BYU using the two quarterback system. I can't decide if I like either one of them, but I'm leaning toward Riley Nelson. I'm sure he'd be happy to know he's got my support.
8. Our TV semi-broke this morning. I almost cried. Husband fixed it when he came home for lunch just now. He left, instructing me not to turn it off, just in case it won't come back on again tonight - more college football to watch, you know.
9. I'm really enjoying all of the medical bills, EOBs, etc. we've been getting since Carolyn was born. So far, I figure our insurance has been billed over $28,000. Our part of that (so far) is about 10%. When is health care reform that actually works going to pass?
10. Carolyn is growing - not getting fatter, just getting taller. In another 1/2 inch, she'll out grow her sleep sacks. Someone should have told me to buy the next size up!
11. The mail lady pulled me aside on Friday while I was outside walking with Carolyn to offer some unsolicited advice on raising children. It lasted fifteen minutes. I was relieved when she finally drove away. Then, as I was walking toward the house, she backed up the mail truck - she'd forgotten to tell me that baby products are available for purchase at Walgreen's. Huh. You don't say. No one can accuse the USPS not going the extra mile.
Saturday, September 04, 2010
College Football Saturday
It's the first College Football Saturday of the year. We've been counting down the days since May. We didn't even really count down the days until the birth of our child, but we knew down to the second when College Football Saturday would begin.
We're gearing up to celebrate the day and at Husband's insistance, this:
Here's a close up of her Texas A&M capri Hammer pants (I'm sorry, but I can't stop laughing at them), compliments of Aunt Stephanie (don't worry, man, we won't tell any Longhorn fans you purchased Aggie gear):
Sunday, July 18, 2010
NCAA Football 2011
NCAA Football 2011 for the xBox came out this past week - Husband's been talking about the release date almost as much as he's been talking about the impending birth of our first child.
He always wants me to play his xBox games with him.
I always say no.
Because I don't like losing.
And also, let's be completely honest, even though I considered myself a football aficionado before I met Husband, I apparently really have no idea what's going on. Oh, don't get me wrong, I know the rules, love the game, and could probably play the game for real...if I were taller, could wear a helmet without feeling claustrophobic, and wasn't scared of getting hit...or hitting other people...and I guess running without tripping over my own feet would help, too, but whatever.
However, Husband tricked me into playing with him yesterday due to the fact that I had something I really wanted him to do and was willing to trade pretty much anything for it. That's how we roll. We make trades and deals with one another...just like I used to with my little sister and then never made good on my end of the trade. Hey. Don't judge. That's what younger siblings are for and you know it.
The game turned out really well for me because:
1. Husband indulged me like a little kid, even letting me know when there was a fumble I hadn't seen and directing me how to "party with the mascot" after the ensuing touchdown.
2. I'm allowed to trash talk. He is not.
3. We played at Cougar stadium and Husband even went the extra mile by learning how to download the BYU roster and put the names on the backs of the player's jerseys.
4. The xBox console cheated in my favor at least twice I can remember. Have I mentioned how much I love this game?
5. Husband encouraged me in my play calling efforts by blitzing on purpose so I had plenty of time to throw the ball. I throw the ball every play. Mostly because if I call a run play, by the time I get to the line of scrimmage, I can't really remember which direction the play is supposed to go or where my blockers are supposed to be, so I just stand there like an idiot.
6. We got to hear the BYU fight song after every score.
7. I felt pretty powerful wielding the controller and pushing every button on it on every play. Even though I don't know what any of the buttons do.
8. I won. Twice.
9. I'm pretty sure Husband let me win. Either that or I'm just that good. I like to believe the latter.
10. Husband hasn't asked me to play with him since. I think I've intimidated him with my football prowess.
He always wants me to play his xBox games with him.
I always say no.
Because I don't like losing.
And also, let's be completely honest, even though I considered myself a football aficionado before I met Husband, I apparently really have no idea what's going on. Oh, don't get me wrong, I know the rules, love the game, and could probably play the game for real...if I were taller, could wear a helmet without feeling claustrophobic, and wasn't scared of getting hit...or hitting other people...and I guess running without tripping over my own feet would help, too, but whatever.
However, Husband tricked me into playing with him yesterday due to the fact that I had something I really wanted him to do and was willing to trade pretty much anything for it. That's how we roll. We make trades and deals with one another...just like I used to with my little sister and then never made good on my end of the trade. Hey. Don't judge. That's what younger siblings are for and you know it.
The game turned out really well for me because:
1. Husband indulged me like a little kid, even letting me know when there was a fumble I hadn't seen and directing me how to "party with the mascot" after the ensuing touchdown.
2. I'm allowed to trash talk. He is not.
3. We played at Cougar stadium and Husband even went the extra mile by learning how to download the BYU roster and put the names on the backs of the player's jerseys.
4. The xBox console cheated in my favor at least twice I can remember. Have I mentioned how much I love this game?
5. Husband encouraged me in my play calling efforts by blitzing on purpose so I had plenty of time to throw the ball. I throw the ball every play. Mostly because if I call a run play, by the time I get to the line of scrimmage, I can't really remember which direction the play is supposed to go or where my blockers are supposed to be, so I just stand there like an idiot.
6. We got to hear the BYU fight song after every score.
7. I felt pretty powerful wielding the controller and pushing every button on it on every play. Even though I don't know what any of the buttons do.
8. I won. Twice.
9. I'm pretty sure Husband let me win. Either that or I'm just that good. I like to believe the latter.
10. Husband hasn't asked me to play with him since. I think I've intimidated him with my football prowess.
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