i’m taking prenatal vitamins to make my skin stop breaking out and i broke our vacuum
correction: the amount of friggin dog hair that collects in every single corner and crevice within a 24 hour period in this apartment has blown up our vacuum. after trying to vacuum just now, i had to dig the dog hair out of the nozzle of the vacuum. like stick my fingers in the vacuum for dog hair. this was after the vacuum started emitting an odor of burnt dog hair that i ignored. so gross!
i digress…
when i went to the doctor last week, after getting my pap smeared and all that jazz, my doctor asked me when paul and i were thinking of having our next child.
first of all, why the hell can’t anyone just be content with where people are right NOW in life… when you’ve been dating for a while, people want you engaged… when you’re engaged, they’re practically pushing you down the aisle… then once you’re married, people want a honeymoon pregnancy… and once you blast out one kid, people ask you when you’ll have another.
OH, THE PRESSURE!!!
so, to answer my doctor’s question… “RIGHT THE HELL NOW.”
she laughed at me and then realized that i interpreted her “when are you AND PAUL thinking of having your next child” as “when do YOU wanna get knocked up again?”
no, i am not pregnant. yes, my IUD is still in place and fully intact.
but, i’ve got the bug. the uber-contagious super virus of a baby bug that seems to be plaguing more people than i realized, which of course doesn’t help the situation.
paul knows. and he chuckles at me. i even asked his permission before writing this post, being the ever-so-considerate wife that i am… wondering if i could ANNOUNCE TO THE INTERNETZ THAT I WANT ANOTHER BEBE!!! he still laughed. he wants more children too… eventually.
i want more NOW. i want to be pregnant again NOW. i want the preggers BELLEH again NOW. and i want the little nugglet of a new babe again NOW. i want the magoo to have a sibbling NOW.
i asked jackson if he wanted a little brother or sister. this was the response i got…
i took this to mean, “sure, why not?”
so i’m taking prenatal vitamins because it’s good for me and i like how it makes my skin flawless, my nails grow strong, and my hair shiny.
please excuse me while i go sweep up the mounds of dog hair that just exploded in my face and gag while doing so.
evolution of the stink face
8 week old magoo
7 month old magoo
13 month old magoo
yesterday, 21 month old magoo
i made my first mocha, nearly broke the machine, overflowed scalding hot espresso on myself and didn’t froth properly
my parents gave us an espresso machine for christmas, which is VERY APPRECIATED as it was MUCH NEEDED in our household. the problem is that paul is classically trained in the operation of the espresso machine (because he read the manual) and i am not (because i don’t read instructions… ever.)
i just attempted to make my first mocha with a double shot of espresso. and i failed. kind of. what i am now drinking does contain chocolate syrup and two + shots of espresso because i overflowed, so i will most likely have the caffeine jitters by the time i hit “publish” on this post.
i should’ve just gotten in the car and gone to starbucks.
though i have what i would call a distinct NEED for coffee (paul would most likely call it an obsession), i am in particular NEED of caffeine to run through my veins at this distinct moment on this distinct monday for the following reasons…
- the weekend didn’t work out as we had intended. originally, paul and i were going to go away and ski for the weekend. i bailed. why? because i didn’t want to pack yet another suitcase. i’ve been living out of suitcases since november and the thought of packing another one and prepping just for a short weekend getaway gave me a panic attack and made me consider cutting my wrists (the incorrect way, don’t worry.)
- instead of going to bed early on friday night to catch up on the sleep that i have not been getting over the last 2 months, i stayed up til 1 am with my husband, drinking beer and watching conan’s last show. paul and i took a trip to nyc a few years ago and stood in line to be audience members in one of conan’s shows, but we honestly weren’t HUGE conan fans. yeah, what NBC is doing is totally dick and jay leno is a douche, but we knew that already.
- the magoo ended up spewing liquid out of both ends of his body because he was fed expired hummus (the individual who fed said expired hummus to the magoo shall remain nameless.) needless to say, this made things very NOT fun for saturday evening and into sunday. multiple loads of puke and diarrhea laundry is not my idea of a good time. in addition to the extra laundry, a horrendous diaper rash now festers on my son’s bum.
- i’ve been contacted with regards to a potentially STABLE freelancing gig as a blogger, and i’m sweating bullets over it because it could be ABSOLUTELY AWESOME. those of you who blog, freelance, or just dream of “working” while sitting on your couch, not wearing a bra and drinking a crappy mocha know what i mean. i can say no more about this potential opportunity because my palms are already dripping with sweat and i don’t want to short-circuit my keyboard. also, i could jinx it.
- i’m in the midst of my anxiety meds being adjusted, which is never an easy experience. regardless of what you may take medication for, adjusting any bit of it, whether it’s the dosage or switching to an entirely different drug, is so hard to do. this is why they call it “chemistry” and why i came THIS CLOSE to failing it in high school. every teeny milligram, even part of a milligram of the medication needs to be JUST RIGHT in order for it to balance out what is currently imbalanced in mah head. this process, when it works, can take up to weeks to see “improvement.” it’s not a fun process for me or for those around me, cuz they never know when i’m goina go all wack-a-doo on their asses… or just not be able to get out of bed.
- on a similar note, i’m getting to spend countless hours each day finding a shrink who takes my insurance. currently there are none within a 60 mile radius of where we live. that’s the bad news. the good news is that my family practitioner (who i saw last week) is helping me as much as possible to use her resources to find me someone to purge my shit on.
- this maryland weather is so messed up and it’s messing with mah head. i need to see the sun. i NEED to. it can be cold as hell out (well, hell supposedly isn’t cold… i’ll report back once i learn for sure) point being, as long as i can see sunshine, i’m good. lately, if the sun peaks out here, it lasts for about 25 minutes and then it’s gone for 25 days. not so good.
- the magoo bed/crib situation is still sucking. this of course is unless paul is home, and then all is well with the world. the magoo sleeps 2 + hours, wakes up happy as a clam, and doesn’t make me absolutely distain toddlerville. when paul is not home, we have what i now refer to as the magoo-monster. this does NOT make for good nap times, which does NOT make for fun afternoons and makes me absolutely loathe toddlerville and all that comes with it. the magoo-monster is manipulating and playing the favorite parent game.
so those are my reasons for needing an abundance of caffeine. i have now consumed 85% of my mocha and all i have left is chocolate syrup.
just hook me up to an IV next time.
Alamos Malbec 2008
I am no longer a Malbec virgin. This “grape” has been “popped.” That being said, I must add that I found comfort in knowing that “the grapes are sorted and chosen by a group of eighteen trained winery staff (of whom I imagine all young, shirtless, delicious Argentinian gentlemen) before we… I mean the grapes are pressed into each Alamos cuvee (whatever that is) according to the label on the back of a simplistically designed bottle, adding to the pure beauty of The Wines of Catena, of which I am most definitely a fan.
The shopping experience for a Malbec alone was a challenge because I went into this purchase a virgin. So, like any good non-sophisticated wino, I found my price-range and then looked for killer designs on the labels. It was the subtle gray mountains in the background that led me to Alamos Malbec 2008. The simplistic background in design alone caused my mind to wonder where exactly it was you came from, dear Malbec… and made me want to visit your homeland.
In sharing this bottle with my husband (more of a beer drinker than a wino), I found myself especially intrigued to hear his input. He said, “I like the wine. Good flavor. Good aroma. The finish was a bit tart for me. Dark chocolate with it enhanced flavor, making it a bit smoother.”
“I think the sweetness of the chocolate helped to balance the aftertaste,” he said.
The writer in me couldn’t help but linger on that last sentence uttered out of my husband’s mouth in the same way that he lingered on the wine. Thoughts of balance and aftertaste both in sharing wine and life experience began to flood my head.
In learning more about this “hobby” of mine… this writing of my different wine (and occasional beer) experiences with you, I find myself learning so much more than just about what is in the actual bottle.
Cheers! Nic
Comments or suggestions? Have your own “bottle of the week” to share? Shoot me an email: mybottlesup@gmail.com
An open letter to Roger David
***UPDATED MON. JAN. 25***
click here for the latest info with regards to the t-shirt outrage that started last week and hopefully will not cease until these shirts are pulled off the shelves.
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Dear Mr. David,
It should be noted that I am writing this post using proper grammar and capitalization. This does not happen often. In fact, I much prefer writing using all lowercase letters as I am a lazy ass.
Now that we have that business out of the way, it has come to my attention that you have designed and created what I can only hope does not become the latest fashion trend for men.
The t-shirts you are currently selling in which women are blindfolded and gagged are disgraceful.
It is not uncommon for me, a 9 year rape survivor, to address offensive messages that ignorant individuals verbalize with regards to rape.
I am personally grateful to Melinda Tankard Reist for her blog and advocacy, otherwise I would not be writing this post and suggesting to you what I see to be the only way to rectify this situation.
Mr. David, I recommend you remove these t-shirts from the shelves of your store immediately. Take the proceeds you have made from the sale of these t-shirts, and donate them to a women’s crisis center.
Be a man… a good one… one your mother would be proud of.
Unsure how to sign this as I am repulsed by you,
Nic
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You can visit Melinda Tankard Reist’s site here.
You can visit Roger David’s website here to contact him and let him know your own thoughts.
Have a Sip
