What do you mean I can't eat that?!?!

In response to the good Doc's reply to one of my recent posts...I have decided to share with you my current dietary restrictions. Now, keep in mind that food is one of my great joys in life, and you'll have a pretty good picture of how this whole pregnancy thing is working out for me. The list includes:
1. Hotdogs. Apparently hotdogs contain nitrates. Nitrates are bad for you, or so they tell me. Now, I've been eating hotdogs my whole life and have yet to notice any ill effects from it, and I figure that if I cover my hotdog with relish, sport peppers, onions, ketchup and musturd I'm cancelling out the bad effects right? Not so much.
2. Lunch meat. Lunch meat=listeria=bad ass bacteria= a child who looks like William Shatner, has bad breath, and/or other equally hideous deformities. Who'd want that (unless you were William Shatner's mother)? Word on the street is that you can eat lunch meat if, and only if, you heat it to steaming first...which completely wilts the lettuce and makes the mayonaise disgusting...yummy.
3. Caffeine. Caffeine will give your fetus ADHD or cause it to have a grossly misshapen head according to the nosy/ignorant woman in QuikTrip this morning. How is what I'm drinking any of your business beyotch? A disclaimer to this is that you can have some caffeine, but only in moderation. Praise Jesus, they don't expect me to go cold turkey. (Cause we've already seen that I can't have that.) Let me just add here that you would just not believe the number of foods that have caffeine in them, including my beloved chocolate...
4. Raw anything. Including medium cooked steaks, sushi, and that entire Raw Foods diet. This one's pretty self explanatory and I don't miss any of this crap anyway. It's awful hard to miss something you didn't eat before.
5. Booze. Margaritas, mai tais, rum runners, pina coladas, beer, wine...It's all gone. My liquor cabinet is getting really dusty. Oh well, just think how strong all that stuff will be after it ages for another five months.
6. Aspartame. Yep, the artificial sweetner is bad for your fetus. It causes cancer in laboratory rats, but then again so does anything when you mainline enough of it. This shit is in EVERYTHING, including sweet, sweet sugar free Kool-Aid, fat free yougurt, diet soda, and pretty much the entire aisle of low fat goodies at the grocery store.
7. Ibuprofen. My wonder drug of choice causes birth defects. Not a good thing considering I have almost daily headaches that the Tylenol that I am allowed to take barely touches.

Yep, that pretty much sums up the don't eat this list for now. I'm sure that as I progress I'll learn even more things that I'm not allowed to ingest. So tonight, when you're drinking your after work glass of wine and cooking your medium rare steak while smoking your cigarette and telling your significant other to be sure to add coffee beans to the grocery list, think of me.

Uh, where are all the patients at?

This is quickly becoming ridiculous. I once again have fewer than ten patients scheduled on a Monday. Normally I have twice that scheduled. I'm really starting to get anxious over my low patient volume. There are only so many things that you can do to build a practice, and I'm quickly running out of ideas. I'm getting to that point where I'm starting to really worry about whether or not I'll still have a job in a month. This is so not a good time to be worrying about this type of thing...
Onto a different, lighter subject: the anti-theft devices that they put on clothing in the department stores. Why talk about these? Well, funny story. Dear hubby bought some shorts about a month ago. He cut the tags off, but didn't realize that the anti-theft device was still firmly attached to the shorts. Yesterday he went to put this pair of shorts on and realized that the exploding ink theft tag was still attached. So he was going to take them out to the garage and attempt to remove the tag by basically beating the crap out of it until it came off. Such a bad idea in so many ways.
I figured if he did this, the shorts would be ruined thus equalling a big waste of money. So I volunteered to try to take them to the store and get the tag removed. Of course we don't have a recipt for these shorts, as they were purchased so long ago...so tomorrow's blog post might be coming to you courtesy of the county lock up. Let's hope hubby of mine answers his phone when I call to have him bail me out!

Weekends seem so short

Maybe the weekends go so fast because I truly dread Mondays. Maybe it's because I'm fearful that tonight will be a repeat performance of last Sunday night and I'll have trouble falling asleep/staying asleep. Or maybe we really enter into a time warp on Friday night and the weekends really do go faster. Any way you slice it, time flies.
This weekend found us checking out Disturbia. Awesome movie, by the way. I could completely see this movie happening in my neighborhood...I've even got the pyschotic killer already cast.
I felt the need to do some shopping yesterday...this almost never happens, as I really don't like to shop under normal circumstances. I finally decided that I needed some spring clothes that would accomodate my ever-enlarging abdomen, I'm tired of feeling fat every day. So, I had gift cards to a couple of stores at the mall and was able to get a couple of cute tops. I also picked up a couple more things on sale at the maternity store...so many cute things in that store, but I have such a hard time justifying spending a ton of cash on stuff I'm only going to wear until the end of the summer.
I've still got a few more gift cards, so later this week or next week I may be needing to take myself on another shopping spree. I really need to pace myself.
I did not run yesterday. I had a splitting headache most of the day, which I woke up with again today. Fortunatly I was able to take something early enough today to keep it from getting really bad. I felt well enough this afternoon to take my treadmill for a quick three mile spin. Even though I just slowed down last week to 9.5 minute miles, I'm feeling like I need to slow it down a bit more again. I just get so tired so quick, and I got winded walking up the stairs earlier today...goodbye cardiovascular endurance.

How appropriate

I took the "What Finger Are You" quiz on Firefly's blog. It was amusing. I'm too lazy to look up the link and post it, so just follow my sidebar link to Firefly's blog and take the quiz from there if you're so inclined...interestingly enough I am the middle finger. If that's not fitting I don't know what is.
I really don't have much to report today. I'm still slogging through this slow time at work. I'm trying to stay busy by "making" work. I've been doing some marketing, going to meetings and working on some community outreach stuff. None of these things are fun, and I'd much rather be treating patients, so hopefully things pick up soon.
On the good news front, we're finally getting a Jimmy John's sub shop. I personally have never eaten here, but apparently they're very good. Hubby ate there almost every day when he was in Chicago last fall for business for a week...hopefully they're as good as he says. I've finally decided to say to hell with the no lunch meat clause of my pregnancy books. I'm eating that stuff, in moderation of course, but I think I'll take my chances with it.

Why can't I sleep?

Last night was the worst night I have ever had as far as trying to sleep goes. I went to bed a nine, figuring that way I could get up early this morning and get my run in before I went to work, which is something I used to do daily but haven't done in at least four or five months. At midnight last night I was still awake. And per my husband, when I can't sleep, he doesn't sleep. Apparently, every time I turn over in bed I literally pick my entire body up and "fling" it to the other side, and all of this is accompanied by some extremely heavy sighing.
I finally fell asleep just after midnight, only to wake back up at 1:30. I wasn't awake for too long then, but at 4:00am the damn clock in the kitchen...which chimes the hour started going off. Normally this clock is only active between 6am and 9pm and then it's silent all night, but dear husband was "trying to adjust the volume" and got the clock all confused. So I was awoken again, and again at five. What a disaster.
I think most of the reason I can't sleep is because I'm stressed about work. It seems entirely too coincidental that the most difficult nights I have are Sunday nights. My caseload is way slow right now. I've only got seven patients scheduled today, and four of those will be finished by the end of the week. So far, I have no new patients on my schedule for the rest of this week to replace these people with. I can't remember ever having been so slow before in my life. I'm stressing a lot over this. I've been doing everything I need to do including getting good results, going out and visiting doctors, and trying to keep my hands into other things (ie:chamber of commerce/non-profits/etc.) but nothing seems to be paying off at this time.
My only consulation at this time is knowing that we're short a therapist in one of our other offices, and that same office has someone else who is leaving at the end of the month. So hopefully, should they decide to close my office I'll still have a job. The only drawback to maybe switching offices is that the office that needs help is about forty minutes from my house instead of the five I drive now...and there's no way I'd be able to get from that office to the daycare we chose by the time that the daycare closes. But I guess there's no use worrying about that just yet, I'll have to wait to cross that bridge if and when I get there.

I'm on a roll now

A blogging roll that is. Hopefully I didn't just jinx myself, but you never know. Today we got up fairly early. I was able to get some easy, non-difficult stationary biking in while I read the latest issue of People, which I pilfered from my office. I'm in charge damnit, I can do these things.
Then we figured that since we were already up, we'd go see The Reaping, with Hilary Swank. She's awesome, but this movie blew. I did not like it even a little. I had a tough time buying what they were selling, but the special effects (ie: the plagues) were pretty damn cool.
We then came home, collected the Max-inator and went to my mom and dad's for lunch. We had a pretty good time there. My parents are going to buy us our carseat and stroller as a welcome baby gift, so that's pretty cool. Knowing my mom, we'll probably have it in hand by next weekend. I was really surprised, as it was just my husband and I invited for lunch. I kind of thought my dad's mom would be there, and was prepared for a full sermon on how I'm too young to have a kid, (even though I'm older now than she was when she had my dad) or how terrible it is that I'm going back to work after I've taken my maternity leave (yeah, try raising anything other than your credit card debt on just one salary now days.)
We left after spending a couple of hours there (during which the dog barked pretty much nonstop) and came home to clean the house, mow the lawn, do laundry, pay bills, and a three mile run. I am now thouroughly exhausted, but I feel like I got a lot done.

Sunday movie review a day early

Since tomorrow is Easter, and that brings with it the obligatory family get together appearances, we bumped our movie viewing up a day. Although if I drag my butt out of bed early enough tomorrow morning we might be able to catch another one anyway...have I mentioned how much I love this discounted tickets for morning movies?
We saw The Lookout this morning. It was pretty good. Not as good as Shooter last week, but the premise behind this movie was different, and different usually equals good in my book. The basic idea is that there's a guy who's had a serious head injury, he works in a bank as a janitor. He falls in with the wrong crowd, you know, the one's who want to rob said bank. Much violence insues and in the end...well, we'll just leave that a surprise. It was entertaining though.
We then went to Baby's R Us to finish registering for the kiddo. I picked out a sweet ass Jeep jogging stroller (in addition to a regular stroller for everyday use). I so hope someone buys me this, as it totally rocks. Although the baby won't be old enough for this cool ride until next spring, so I can always buy it later...
Now I'm contemplating a run, a short run, on the treadmill, but a run nonetheless...

Busy baby day...

Today is one of my normal half days of work (I work three ten hour days and two five hour days) and my husband was off work today. We had an ultrasound scheduled for this afternoon, so we decided that we would spend the time before our ultrasound visiting daycares to figure out which one we wanted to enroll the shrimp at.
Daycares seem to fill up pretty quickly in this area, especially since most of them only have eight infant spots available at any given time. We were able to come to a pretty quick agreement over which one we liked best, and picked up the paperwork/paid our registration fee/did all the pre-enrollment junk so that we're set for next fall. The director of the facility that we selected assured us that there would most definitely be a spot for us next fall so we're prtty confident that this is one more thing that we can cross off our list of things to do between now and the day the baby gets here.
The ultrasound went very well. The baby doesn't exhibit any problems or reasons to be concerned that anything short of normal development is occurring at this point. In fact, it's actually measuring a bit larger than it should at this point, which moves the due date up about five days. We were able to see all of it's major organs, both arms and legs, and that it had the hiccups. We (well I) chose not to find out the gender, as I would really like to be surprised, but I'm still firmly convinced that this baby is female. They said that it measures about seventeen ounces already...It's amazing that this little thing is so big already! Hopefully it'll be a compromise between my husband's weight at birth and mine. He was huge, (9.5 pounds) and I was on the small side (5 pounds and some ounces.)

We were hoping it wouldn't come to this

Our kids at GOTR continue to be disrespectful to the coaches, mean to each other, and just don't listen. We (the other coaches and I) kept trying to tell ourselves that it was just the age range, but lately the rudeness seems to have gotten so much worse. So it's time to have a come to Jesus talk with them, and unfortunately start doling out some consequences for failure to listen and show respect. Crazily enough, that's one of the premises of GOTR. To listen to each member and show respect for themselves as well as each other.
I think the problem is that we are too nice to these kids. There are really only two or three instigators, so maybe this is a case of cut off the dragon's head and the rest will fall into line? I'm certainly hoping so. So far we've talked about making kids who don't show respect or are mean to other members sit out of some of the fun stuff or maybe lose their snack at the end of practice. I'm not really sure how well either of these will work out. We're not to the point yet where we need to physically remove kids from the practices, but I could see it getting to that point fairly quickly.
The biggest problem at this point is that we send home emails telling the parents how we've had problems with lack of respect and that the parents need to discuss with their daughters how important it is to listen and be nice to each other...but the parents either don't want to believe that their daughter is part of the problem or don't fully understand the magnitude of the problem. Either way, something has to give...I so don't want to be the pissed off angry coach who has to yell to get her point across.

He's a good dog

Now, at least. The Max-inator has been having some, uhmmm, issues for the past month or so. And by issues I mean that every time we leave the house, he craps on the living room floor. We finally got tired of disciplining him and cleaning up his mess, so we decided to try something different with him.
He's always had the run of the house when we're gone, so we decided to take this priveledge away from him. We purchased two of those child safety gates and make it a point to pen him up in the kitchen every day when we leave now. Now, before you go thinking I'm all mean, let me just add that the kitchen is unarguably the largest room in the house and he's got his food, water, and bed in there, so it's not like he's hurting for anything he needs.
So far, confining him to the kitchen seems to have worked. I haven't had to clean up dog mess in over two weeks. Such a nice thing to come home to. I think it's working out to everyone's advantage, because I know I'm much happier to see him now that I know that I don't have to clean up after him every night. He's happier because I'm so much nicer to him when I'm not all pissed off at him for making a big mess. Everyone wins.

How does the weekend go so fast?

I can't believe it's already mid afternoon on Sunday. It seems like it was just Friday a minute ago. I've done a lot this weekend. We got the entire house cleaned, the yard mowed, the landscaping beds weeded, and tons of other stuff done. We went to Target last night and did half of the registering for the baby. We still have Baby's R' Us left to register at, but at least we got some of it done. I was so glad to tackle this task, as the shear volume of stuff kids need is somewhat overwhelming. It's nice to have a list of sorts of stuff we still need.
We also went and saw the new Mark Wahlberg movie yesterday. For those of you who don't remember the early nineties, Mark Wahlberg has come a long way since his days of Marky Mark and the Funky Bunch. He's actually a pretty good actor now. This movie was one of the best I've seen, I enjoyed it so much that I even told my husband as we were leaving the theater that I would go see this one again. I so want to be a Marine sniper now.
I just got finished running an easy three miles on the treadmill. I was really dreading this, as my hip and pelvis have really been hurting for the last three day, but I think I almost feel a little better now after having run. I'm finding that although my legs don't get tired, I'm getting winded much more easily now. I'm pretty sure that the next week or so will see me dropping my pace down a little more.
So chores are almost done, we still have grocery shopping, which I dread, left on the list of things to do, and I still need to balance my checkbook, which I also don't enjoy. I guess the sooner I tackle these tasks though, the sooner I can collapse on the couch...

Oh no they din't...

I really have no tolerance for bullshit anymore. We went to dinner with some friends last night. We actually had a really good time until we got ready to leave the resturant, at which point the husband of the couple called me a fatso and told me that "you're really starting to pack on the pounds now." Uhmmm, yeah, I've gained weight, but not that much (only 9.5 pounds so far) and it's really all belly. My response to him was that I should hope I've gained weight since I'm almost halfway through my pregnancy. I chalked it up to him being an insensitive jerk and let it go.
Then, once we got home, his wife wanted to see what we'd done with the nursery, so I took her up to look at it. She noticed that I had two shirts hanging from the door jamb in the hall bathroom (they were from a load of laundry that I did on Thursday and they needed to be ironed). She commented that she hadn't seen them before and they were cute. Then she asked if they were maternity and I said no, that they were from last summer, as I'm still able to wear a lot of my pre-prego shirts. She replied "well, you won't be able to do that much longer since you're only going to get bigger." Fine, no big deal if she had left it at that, but she continued the statement by adding that I should just give them to her, because "let's face it, you're never going to be that size again."
Yep, I'm totally planning on gaining forty or fifty more pounds in the next twenty weeks and then staying the size of the Goodyear blimp for the rest of my life. What the hell do people think sometimes?

Where'd you get your driver's license?

Funny story. Last night, I went to a Girls Night Out at a local business with one of my friends. It was really more of a business opening, but we wanted to check out what kind of stuff they had, so we decided to drop in...plus there was free food, which if you haven't learned by now, is a powerful motivator in my world. Anyway, I digress. My friend insisted on driving us to this event. Now, I usually drive when I go anywhere with this friend, because she is not the world's best driver...in fact she's an awful driver. I've ridden with said friend only one other time, and that time she nearly got us killed by running a stop sign that she claimed she "forgot" was there.
Why I let her drive last night I'm still trying to figure out. Everything was fine going to the business, but on the way home, she took a "different" route than the one we used to go there. This route was not unfamiliar to her, as she's lived in this area for almost four years, and drives the streets of this small town almost every day; and in her defense, they are doing major construction on the overpass to the highway, but still.
She was talking and not really paying attention when we got to the stop light at the overpass in question. The light turned red, which she noticed, and she did stop at it (thank goodness) but she pulled up so close to the intersection that you could not see the light, at all. In order to see the light, you had to lean way forward and cran your neck upward through the very top of the windshield. So not good.
We sat there for a minute and she kept telling me she couldn't see the light, but she was going to just go when the oncoming traffic went, surely her light was green as well. So yeah, she totally blew through that red light.
I'm pretty sure I'll never ride with her again. That's two trips and two blatant traffic violations...maybe they should retest her for her driver's license.

I am beyond pissed off...

I'm so irritated right now that I'm thinking about pig farms, really thinking about pig farms. Why am I thinking of pig farms? Well...apparently pigs eat anything, thus pig farms are really good places to dispose of a body. And right now, I'm just about pissed off enough to kill or seriously maim someone.
The person in question (ie: the pissee, if you will) is someone that I work with. Not in the same office, but she workds for the same company in one of our other offices. She and I used to be very good friends before we stopped working in the same office, now we're not as close, as we don't see each other every day and no longer share the same experiences day after day.
Anyway, long story short, we have a mutual friend, who is a former patient (my patient first, her's later on) who called to say hello to me this morning. She was calling to tell me that she'd had some more surgery. I only had a few minutes to talk to her, so I told her I'd call her back when I got a bit more free time to catch her up on my life.
Mutual friend/former patient then called the girl that I used to work with and had a similar conversation with her. She (coworker) also didn't have much time to talk, but somehow managed to find time to tell the former patient my big news.
Seriously?!? Are you f'ing kidding me?!?! Who does that? In what world is this anyone's news to share other than the prosepective parents? I bugs the hell out of me that some of our friends have nothing else to talk about and must use things that happen in my life as fodder for the gossip mill.
Find something else to talk about already, and leave me out of it!

Running in the rain

Today it was pouring down rain during the first half of our Girls on the Run meeting, then fortunately it lightened up a little bit so we were able to take the kids outside to do the actually running portion of the workout. Most of the kids were already able to complete a 5k, although we do have a few who prefer to walk instead of running (which is fine) that never have quite enough time to finish the distance that they're shooting for. Hopefully by the time May 5th (race day) rolls around, they'll be able to get the distance done. Most of the kids are able to run the distance in 30 to 40 minutes already!
I'd forgotten how much I like running in the rain. There's just something soothing and very rewarding about coming home soaked to the skin from a run. I seemed to be a bit less winded when running this week as well. I can totally tell a difference between running outside and running on my treadmill, and to tell the truth, I really miss running outside. I'll be so glad next fall when I'm able to get back outside on a more regular basis. I've been afraid to run outside while pregnant, as I'm quite possibly the least graceful person on the face of the earth...I'm afraid I'll repeat the tripping over a crack in the sidewalk thing that I do every couple of months and end up falling. So for now at least, I just feel safer on the treadmill. My poor lungs feel out of shape though...

Random schtuff

First quickly let me just share that my lilac bushes and trees are all blooming, but it freakin' snowed here on Saturday. What the hell is up with that? Very confusing to my poor brain. I just can't tell what season it's trying to be.
Second, I am way, way far behind on my movie reviews for you...my faithful blogger readers. So without further adieu: Two weekends ago we saw 300. Go see this if: 1. You love/like gratuitous violence. (which I do, so I dug this movie) 2. You like porn. (it almost was at some points). 3. I think reasons one and two pretty much sum up this movie. It was pretty good though.
This weekend's movie was the new Sandra Bullock one, Premonition. It was only so-so. I was really kind of disappointed in this movie, as it did not live up to the expectations that I had for it. It was slightly hard to follow, as it jumped from day to day without any set order, and the ending was disappointing. It was different, but not necessarily that great.
My third point for today, is for those of you keeping score in the morning sickness department. My puke-free streak is over. I managed to make it seven whole days without vomit, but ruined my streak in that way. I'm now on a streak in the opposite direction, which I'm hoping to break today. So keep you fingers crossed, this whole thing is starting to really suck badly.

Happy birthday to me...

Yep, that's right campers, the running monkey has officially entered the last year of her twenties. I'm not worried though, Grandma always says you're only as old as you feel.
It's been a lowkey birthday for me this year. My husband's parents called early this morning before I went to work to wish me a happy birthday, my mom called at lunch time, my mother in law called earlier this evening and left a message...which may or may not have included a birthday wish. (honestly I can't remember). Dear husband took me to lunch at a new pizza buffet, which was awesome. My gift from the hubby is in transit via UPS and should arrive tomorrow, and I've got a giant cookie cake sitting on my kitchen counter, which I'm totally tearing into later tonight. Sugar high here I come.
In other news, my March Madness pool is going so-so. I picked four teams out of eight (I think) right, but got screwed on one of my brackets already...damn you Stanford for getting knocked out early. Four right still puts me at the bottome of my bracket. That's okay though.
I managed to churn out three slow miles on the treadmill today. My running is staying pretty consistent. I'm managing to get in three miles at least five days a week, I hesitate to do more than that as my heartrate starts to climb a little the longer I run. I'm feeling pretty good about the running overall though. No real aches or pains after I'm finished with it, and I'm not too terribly tired either.
We also had an appointment with my doctor today. We got to hear the baby's heart beating again. That thing is a machine! Apparently everything looks good. My weight gain is on target (7 pounds so far, but it looks a lot more like fifteen to me) and the nausea is starting to subside. I've almost gone a whole week without puking! Knock on wood. We finally managed to come to an agreement on names. I'm sorry to say though, we'll not be naming the shrimp after any of the RBF crew though).
Woo Hoo, I'm setting some kind of record. This is three posts in one week!

March Madness

Just to let all of you who are participating in the Jayhawk's RBF March Madness know: I'm planning, but I don't expect to do well. I know next to nothing about college basketball, and the only way I'll do well is by being very lucky. That said, I'm not to proud to admit that I picked my teams based on several key criteria. Said criteria included: Uniform colors, mascot cool quotient, whether I know anyone who is an alumnus of the university, and in one case really liking the name of the school.
So...maybe my system will work for me, most likely it won't, but it'll be fun either way.

Sometimes things just get away from me...

Like updating my blog. I was so insanely busy last week, I barely felt like the week had started and it was already over. I had no less than three meetings last week for work, one of which was a dinner/speaker series with a bunch of case managers (that lasted until almost nine at night) and was a total snooze-fest. I also had CPR recertification. Two and a half hours later, I think I can save your life if you stop breathing in my clinic, but I'm only giving you rescue breathing if I like you. I only feel it's fair to warn you that waht will most likely happen if you do stop breathing in my clinic, is that I will cheerfully drag your still warm carcass to the parking lot...you're not my responsibility once you're out the door. I will however, in the interest of playing fair, call the paramedics for you.
We also had some family drama. Grandma broke her tailbone two weeks ago...no, she didn't fall, but rather experienced a compression fracture when she bent over to pick up her newspaper from the yard. This ended up being a major issue, as three or four days later, she couldn't get out of bed and had to have EMS called to take her to the ER. She was obviously not able to go home by herself after her brief stay in the hospital, so skilled nursing was really the only option. My mother, who normally deals with all of Grandma's issues, did not handle this well. Grandma ended up in a really nice facility, and seemed to be in good spirits when I visited this afternoon. It helps that she's feeling well enough and is mobile enough to go home on Friday. Although it was a short stay, it was long enough to convince her that she hopes she'll never have to go back there.
Today was a GOTR day. This was the lesson on being thankful and taking time out of each day for yourself. It was a good lesson for the girls to participate in, but I'm not sure how much they really got out of it. The running workout today was supposed to be done silently and each girl was supposed to run two miles. Most girls got the two miles accomplished, and a few even got three or four miles done. That's a huge accomplishment, considering some of them had really never run before. The running "quietly" did not get done though. This age group loves, loves, loves to talk and just couldn't spend the two miles "looking inside themselves" I can't say I blame them!
So that's the recap of the last nine days in a greatly condensed version. Hopefully my posting will become more regular again.

Another great weekend....

This weekend was another one that was jam packed with stuff. Yesterday we slept in and then tried to get a bunch of stuff done around the house. I managed to get the entire house cleaned (except for one load of laundry, which I still have to do) and the hubby put the baby's furniture together. We went to a trivia night to benefit my alma mater last night with two of my college girlfriends, their husbands, and our cousin and her husband. It was a good time. The only problem was that we didn't do so great with the trivia. Apparently, the questions either got harder as the night went on, or our table got dumber as the beer was drunk. (Not by me of course, but my table still drank their monies worth.)
We ended up finishing second from last. An extremely poor showing. But in our defense, they did have a cateogory that was nothing but pasta. As in: identify the pasta in this baggie with it's correct Italian name. Yep, we sucked it up on that round...and pretty much every other round.
Today we slept in again, and then went to see Zodiac. I've been looking forward to seeing this movie ever since I first saw the previews last December. It was worth the wait. It was an awesome movie. I was a little disappointed in the ending, but I guess when you're doing a movie based on fact, you're not really allowed much creative license with it. Next on our adgenda is my husband's pick. He really wants to see that movie about the Romans (300) so we'll see how it is next weekend.
The best part about this weekend is that it's not over yet. I've still got at least five or six hours before heading to bed...just enough time to grow some roots into my couch. I've been thinking about maybe running today, but so far haven't mustered up the energy. We'll see.