Wednesday, September 26, 2012

Hiding.

Pssssst.  

Please, don't tell my calendar I am here.  It scares me.  

I am officially in hiding.  I have gone a little AWOL as of late.  And every precious moment of down time I can wrangle has been devoted to my sweet angels.  (That would also include my hubby.) 

How did September get like this?  October isn't shaping up to be any better.  So I embrace the fullness of life and make the most of every moment.  Sans caffeinated coffee.

I would also like to take this moment to state that my hubby is a rock star.  Numero uno:  He has resigned himself to decaf coffee for the duration of this pregnancy.  He claims it's for health reasons, but I think he secretly loves me.  A lot.  Point #2:  After 4 days without hot water, that smokin' hunk of a man fixed the water heater.  Fact three:  He bought me ice cream.

He.  Is.  My.  Hero.

Peanut is way too smart for her britches (she has bested me in science, but please, don't tell her that), Ladybug lost her second tooth (popped right out onto the table at breakfast last week), and Lovey continues to eat my deodorant (I stumbled onto her secret stash hidden behind the futon in the spare bedroom today).  *sigh* 

In the meantime, I am thoroughly enjoying the cooler fall temperatures and feeling especially inspired to whip up all kinds of tasty food.  I have a whole slew of new recipes to post soon.

I also have a freezer full of deer meat and nary an idea what to do with it.  I am open to suggestions, should anyone have some.

Love & Coffee.

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Tuesday, September 25, 2012

All gassed up.

As in fuel.  The 10% ethanol kind.  And a heck of a lot poorer, too.

So this whole livin'-in-the-country-drivin-20-minutes-to-town-every-time-I-turn-around-thing has seriously been causing me to have a mild coronary each time I pull into the filling station.  Add to that all the baby doctor visits I get to make to the big city that is just over 70 minutes away and I am in a bad way. 

$3.82?  For ONE gallon?  

I remember when Dad could flip me a twenty in high school and I was good for a full tank with enough spare change to score a box of Junior Mints besides.  (See Days Like This.)

I put in a twenty these days and can not even make it halfway there.  Bummer.

Please, don't take this as the pregnant-lady-who-hasn't-had-her-Dairy-Queen-fix rant (although, it sure would be nice if one of these sweet little towns around here would oblige me by building one).   It could also be the fact that I'm still subsisting on decaf, but I digress...

I am saying all this to say... I am about to eat crow.  

Most of the people who are anywhere remotely close to me know that I am probably one of Walmart's biggest anti-fans.  I just really dislike the entire experience.  The lackluster customer service, the missing shelf prices, the mis-labeled aisles, and my personal favorite... waiting twenty minutes (or more) to check out with my shampoo and razor blades because they choose to have two out of their twenty-something cash registers actually open.  I just don't get it.  And I will go anywhere else I can in town to get what I need before I resort to old W.  Unfortunately, in a small town such as this, there often isn't much of a choice.

But then...  I heard something.  In truth, I don't even remember it's source.  A commercial?  A print ad?  A friend?

Regardless, I stumbled onto the fact that when you use a Walmart gift card (which are awesomely reloadable) to pay for your gas at Murphy USA (the Walmart-affiliated gas station), you get $.10 off every gallon.  

Ten.  Cents.  Off.

True story.  No fees.  Nothing.  It's a straight up deal.

I raced to Walmart to pick out the prettiest card I could find.  Mine has mums (my favorite flower).  Hubby's is about as uninteresting can be.  Orange with a grocery cart.  (Boo.)

So for now, Walmart, you have won a little piece of my heart.  

Well played, Wally World.

I am fully aware that the jig is up on December 24.  There only forty-five minutes between me and Target.  I hope you have some other fancy trick up your sleeve by then or the love may be lost for good.  


Love & Coffee.


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Tuesday, September 11, 2012

Eleven.

Patriot Day.

I am out of words really.  Tears speak louder these days.  Still so fresh.  I cried all morning as I watched the news footage.  Again.  

I cried all yesterday as I searched for some sort of age-appropriate activity or video to help my little ones commemorate this day.  In the end, it was better to just speak from my heart.  And show them a few photos.  And honor the heroes of the day.  

And, of course, squeeze them tightly with lots of kisses.

Peanut asked, "Were there children on those planes?"  Ladybug bravely stated, "If I saw a terrorist, I would beat them up and kick them in an important place."  Lovey just kept coloring.

My heart is sad, yet full of hope for the future.  

I do not think I can recount the rush of emotion from that day any better than I did in last year's post.  (I Remember.)  Still feels like yesterday.

So undeniably proud to be an American. 

Love & Coffee.


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Thursday, September 6, 2012

Has it been...

40 weeks yet?  *sigh*  No?

I admit this pregnancy is positively crawling along.  

I'm tired.  Dog tired.  Pregnant at 33 is a heck of a lot different than pregnant at 25.  Perhaps it's my age or perhaps it's simply the fact that I have three lovelies to chase around all day long.  Any way you slice it, I'm tired.  

Or it could be that I have successfully (well, mostly) kicked my caffeine habit for the time being.  (Except a couple of nights ago when I absolutely went crazy and had a lovely cup of coffee with dinner and found myself still wide awake playing Yahtzee on my Kindle at 2:30 am.  Bad choice.)  

 New rule.  If I must cave to the caffeine, it must occur before noon.  Period.  No exceptions.  End of story.

I have been waiting for that mythical second trimester energy boost to kick in.   

Still waiting 

Mythical, I tell you.  

The good news is that after eight days of a nasty virus making the rounds here at home, we are finally well.  Finally.  

And I am nesting.  Early, I know, but nesting just the same.  I cleaned the rugs, scrubbed and polished the wood floors, reorganized the utility room and the pantry, and formulated a plan of attack for the rest of the house.

Come to think of it... maybe that's why I'm so tired.

Either way. 

I'm tired.   

Love & Coffee.

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