Sunday, February 26, 2012


So I've developed a crafty bug.  Like I need to do something crafty....fulfill my inner Martha.

I have no idea where this came from.

I have no time to be crafty.

Nor have I ever really been crafty.  I leave that to other people and then I just buy it.

But I made this today:

I got the idea from 2 places.  The first was Pinterest.  If you're not on Pinterest, check it out.  It's addicting.  And awesome.  The second is my cousin Jodi--she also got the idea from Pinterest but then actually did it and showed me a picture.  And she said she loves it.  So I decided to copy her.

And though it didn't take much craftiness for me to whip this masterpiece up, I'm happy with it.  And I honestly think I *may* just be a little more organized because of it.  As you can see it's just a weekly "calendar" of sort--something to lay out certain things that need to happen on any given day of the week.

Here's how you do it:  Buy a picture frame.  Put your choice of paper in place of photos.  Use a dry erase marker to write on the glass.

Go me.

Yours in craftiness,

PS...yeah, I'm aware I overused the word "crafty" in this post.  Sorry 'bout that.

Thursday, February 23, 2012

16 weeks!

Thought I'd do a 16 week post.

Uh, nothing really new.

And that's about it.

For real though, there really is nothing horribly new.  I believe I've mentioned headaches before and they're actually a little worse than they had been.  I talked to my doc and he said he'd prescribe me Vicodin if I needed it.  Uh, I'm really not sure how I feel about that.  I've researched it and it's safe in pregnancies, but still.  I'm just weirded out by it.  So, I'm going to stick with the Tylenol for now.  I've also hit up my chiropractor and though the adjustments feel great, it's not really helping the headaches.  I'll talk to my OB more in depth about it at my next appt (in 2 weeks) and we'll see where that takes me.  I'm kinda hoping he tells me I need to book a 2-week vacation to the Caribbean with my husband and drink non-alcoholic frozen drinks on the beach all day.

And yes, I'm feeling more movement!! Not all the time, but definetly more than before!  It's truly one of the most awesomest things about being pregnant.

Oh, and I know I promised belly pics--I just have to take them.  I promise you'll get them soon!

Monday, February 20, 2012

The Bell Heist

For the complete history on the house I lived in as a child, you may want to check out this post I did back in September:  It's MY House

But, if you'd prefer the nutshell version, here you go:

My mom bought a house when she was in her early 20's.
She lived there until she had her first stroke in August of 2007. 

And never went back.

My step-dad sorta kinda foreclosed on it last year.

The house has been in limbo for the past few months--he didn't really fill me in on what was going on or anything.  I'd ask, but he'd dance around the subject.  Until about 2 weeks ago. 

He called and asked if he could bring a "truckload" of stuff over.

Uh, sure. 

And now I have a barn-full of "stuff" from my mother's house.

Don't get me wrong.  I'm VERY happy to have all this stuff.  Some of it was mine growing up, some of it was my mom's. I will take anything.  (I did notice my highly coveted New Kids on the Block sleeping bag amongst one of the boxes.  Yeah, baby, you're all jealous, I can totally see it)

But then I realized why he was bringing it all over.  He was moving out.

And I was right.  Was being vacated by Freddie Mac.

I didn't really know what to think.  I knew this day was coming.  I've known since 2007.  I just didn't know it was going to be now.  I hate not knowing what's going to happen to the house.  Will someone fix it up and live in it?  Will they tear it down?  Will they keep the hardwood floors?  The kitchen counter?  The carpet?  My bedroom?

On Valentine's Day, my husband and I went out to eat.  We decided to take a quick drive past "the house" before we went.  We pulled into the driveway and walked onto the front porch and looked in the big window. 

I shouldn't have.

The place was empty.  No furniture.  Nothing.

This is something I had never seen.  Ever.

Again, I wasn't sure how to react.  I knew it would be like that.  But didn't know it would be like THAT.

So we decided to go inside.  That was another bad idea. Weird is the only word that comes to mind.  It was very, very weird.

We walked back outside and I hear my husband say "we've got to take the bell".

"Huh?" I replied.

And after a brief moment, I knew what he was talking about and I knew that he was right.  We HAD to take the bell.

When I was about 10 years old, my mom installed a bell on a post on the front lawn, and this is where the house numbers resided (the post was about 5 feet tall, with the bell on top).  It's a working bell and I remember her ringing it all the time.  Not for any reason, just to be annoying.  (a mom story:  she would walk through the aisles of K-Mart at Christmas time and ring every bell she could find.  And she'd make a point to walk through the garden section and find the windchimes and make them all "chime"....just to be annoying.  Just to be my mom).

So, operation bell heist commenced.

That puppy was in the ground pretty well and we needed a couple screw drivers to get it out.  We scrounged around the house and didn't find anything.  So, we opted to come back after dinner (and a brief stop at the hardware store).  It would be dark, also--another bonus to properly steal the very loud lawn ornament.

And we did just that.  Picked up some screw drivers and drove over there after dinner and took the bell.  Yes, it rang VERY loudly while we were trying to get it into the trunk.  I'm sure people heard. 

But I didn't care.

We got the bell.  And that bell is going to go up in our yard now.  With the house numbers still attached.  I will think of all the memories of 104 West Main street when I look at the bell.  And I will smile.

(I'll work on getting you photos of the house and bell so you can get a better idea of it--but I needed to share my story with you all first.)

I told my mom what we did and she's never been more proud of her little thief.

Wednesday, February 15, 2012

15 weeks. V-Day.

Ah, Valentine's Day...A Day to smother your loved ones with chocolate and love.

Or not.

Okay, I've been married 10 years.  (10 1/2 if you want to be exact, but who's counting??)  In the beginning, I would have been oh so pissed off if husband of mine didn't dous me in normal V-Day stuff.  Now, I couldn't really care less.  It's a cute holiday (for anyone that wants it to be) but I'm over the hoopla.

I like buying stuff for my husband, though, so I used it an an opportunity to get him some Carhartt overalls.  Romantic, huh?  And we did go out to dinner.  Not because it was Valentine's Day--because a local restaurant has a "small plate" (Tapas) menu on Tuesday nights.  And it was yum-o-licious.

(and for you foodies out there, here's what we had:  roasted butternut squash soup with bacon croutons, 4-cheese risotto fritters, Kalbi beef braised short ribs with grilled bok choy, porcini mushrooms and veal ragu, home-made chicken nachos, panna cotta and bittersweet chocolate molten cake with home-made caramel ice cream.  Yeah, total yum.)

Anyway, Happy belated Valentine's Day to you all.

Oh, and I was 15 weeks yesterday!!  Yeah, I know, I can't believe it either.  Time is a flying! Whew!  Here's what 15 weeks means to me:  in 5 weeks I have a 20 week ultrasound and get to see Tomas!! And he gets to "meet" his baby for the first time!

Pregnancy is going well--I *think* I felt movement last night, but can't be sure since I didn't feel it again.  So, I've been really really concentrating on the belly area and hope to feel something again! 

Other than that, all is good!

And here's a teaser for the next few days blog posts:  Belly Pictures and A story about a bell heist!  Stay Tuned!

Thursday, February 9, 2012

So what's with that plywood thing??

So ya'll were wondering what that plywood thing is in the background of this photo:

Here's the deal:

That "thing" is in what we call our "open room".  It's not really a living room, not really an anything room.  Just a big open space.  Here's a pic so you get a better feel of what I'm talking about (the room without the "thing"):

See, it's just a big open space (great for kids, mind you).

Wisconsin is kind of cold.  Well, most years it is (this year, like the rest of the country, as been unseasonable warm).  Anyway, usually it's cold.  So my husband (God love him) loves to do projects indoors.  Sure, he's got a barn and a shed for his "whatever men do in their workshops" time, but to do something in the comfort of his 70 degree home is what he prefers.

My husband loves his kids.  Wait a husband IS a kid.  No really, he is.  A great big one.  It's not a fault.  It's pretty cool. 

Anyway, the kids have lots of outside stuff--a play set, a huge trampoline, a dozen Power Wheels (no joke), a pond to swim in, oh and about 5 acres to run around on.  But my husband thought they should have something else.  A play house.

A 150 square foot play house.

With siding.

And doors and windows.

And a pitched roof.

Made of.....can anyone guess???


So, he decides that it would be best to cut the pieces outside and assemble it in the house.

And so he did.

And it took up the entire "open room".  I can't even get the entire thing in a photo.

And yes, Kermit is okay, I promise.

We had some people over for the Superbowl and didn't think it would be appropriate for them to have to walk around it to get from the kitchen to the TV (which is what I had to do for, um, about a MONTH).  So, he and his brothers took it apart (wall by wall) and moved it outside.

It's not set up yet (he wants to side it first and build the roof), so it's just in "storage" for the time being. 

But I have my house back and I'm happy.

And the kids will be happy in a few weeks.

Very happy.

And daddy will be too.

Tuesday, February 7, 2012


14 weeks today!

Not too much new to report in land o'pregnancy. 

I've broken down and decided that maternity pants are the only way to go.  I could still squeeze into regular pants, but yeah, not so comfy.  I'll get ya'll some belly pics soon!

Today was the first day my husband said "man, you actually look pregnant".  I took it as a compliment.

I've been getting some funky headaches lately and I'm not sure if that's due to my sinuses (have had a lingering cold for about a week) or if it's my family driving me crazy or maybe the weather?  They're not life altering, but something I'll mention to the doc the next time I go in.

Other than that, life is good!  Nothing too new!

Since this post could be classified as B-O-R-I-N-G, I'll throw some pics your way...
I like these kids.  A lot.
Might you be asking why Elliot is wearing his snow pants in the house?  Uh, 'cause they look like overalls.  Mario wears overalls.  Elliot is Mario.
Oh, and that plywood thing in the background, yeah, I'll explain that some other day...

Kid drawings are cool.

Wednesday, February 1, 2012

It's not his!

I was able to experience my first "it's not his" regarding me being preggo and it not being my husband's.

We were having dinner with the Cheesehead Limo drivers and their spouses (something we do once a year as a Thank You for their hard work).

The conversation went like this:

Me (looking at the menu):  "Oh man, this place is dangerous for a pregnant lady!"
Driver M: "What?  You're pregnant??"
Me:  "Yes, but it's not Jesse's (husband).  We actually don't even know who the father is."
Everyone at the table goes silent.  And their eyebrows raise up.

And then, of course, I went into the entire story for everyone.

Is it wrong that I mess with people?  Ultimately I do tell everyone the entirety of what I am doing (because I absolutely LOVE talking about it).  But come on, it's okay that I have a teeny bit of fun with it, right??