Someone Else's Random Thoughts

You might have seen this floating around the Internet. My friend sent this to me and since all my random thoughts revolve around one thing at the moment...

(my growing fetus)

I thought I would spare you and let you enjoy someone else's random thoughts for a change.


1. Nothing sucks more than that moment during an argument when you realize you're wrong.

2. I totally take back all those times I didn't want to nap when I was younger.

3. There is great need for a sarcasm font.

4. Was learning cursive really necessary?

5. Map Quest really needs to start their directions on #5. I'm pretty sure I know how to get out of my neighborhood.

6. I can't remember the last time I wasn't at least kind of tired.

7. Bad decisions make good stories.

8. You never know when it will strike, but there comes a moment at work when you know that you just aren't going to do anything productive for the rest of the day.

9. I'm always slightly terrified when I exit out of Word and it asks me if I want to save any changes to my ten-page research paper that I swear I did not make any changes to.

10. "Do not machine wash or tumble dry" means I will never wash this -- ever.

11. I hate when I just miss a call by the last ring (Hello? Hello?), but when I immediately call back, it rings nine times and goes to voicemail. What'd you do after I didn't answer? Drop the phone and run away?

12. I hate leaving my house confident and looking good and then not seeing anyone of importance the entire day. What a waste.

13. I keep some people's phone numbers in my phone just so I know not to answer when they call.

14. My 4-year old son asked me in the car the other day "Dad what would happen if you ran over a ninja?" How do I respond to that?

15. I think the freezer deserves a light as well.

Lets Talk: Cravings

I've heard of women having some pretty strange cravings when they're pregnant. The thing about cravings is I feel totally and completely justified indulging in whatever food I desire. After all, it's not for me- It's for the baby. And who am I to deny this unborn child what they really need? Like a McDonald's chicken sandwich and a hamburger (hold the onions) with large fries and a Diet Coke. The baby needs it.

So let's break down my cravings with each child.

Pregnancy #1: Green beans & tomato soup. All the time and almost every day for at least the first part of my pregnancy.

Pregnancy #2: A hamburger off the Wendy's dollar menu almost daily, which would explain the obscene amount of weight gain. But it was sure good.

Pregnancy #3: If they could have pumped a steak through an IV and had me hooked up 24/7, I would have done it.

This pregnancy: I have been craving crazy amounts of water and french fries (or really anything deep fried for that matter). The strange thing about this one is with the others if I were to drink water I would throw up. But not this time and I'm happy about that one, because it's a shame to throw up french fries after you just paid for them.

Another thing about when I'm pregnant is my two best friends, Diet Coke and Chocolate, lose their thrill. They don't taste nearly as good as when I'm not pregnant. So for now, my caffeine fix of choice is diet Dr. Pepper. (gasp! yes, I drink caffeine when I'm pregnant. I crave it so it must mean the baby needs it.)

As far as other strange cravings go, I have yet to have a strong desire to pop open a bottle of lemon Lysol and sniff to my hearts content or run outside and collect a mountain of rocks for me to suck on. I don't feel the urge to chew on chalk or consume a whole pickle peanut butter sandwich. I have, however, recently devoured a whole bottle of cut grape fruit in one sitting, but that's completely normal, right?

The Day O' Love

It's the kind of day that calls for whip cream & strawberries...

and Chinese food and horror movies.

She gets the smoldering look from me

But she pulls it off much better.

I just look constipated when I try it.

Can you believe this is my baby?! My baby!

It seems like just 3 years and 10ish months ago I birthed her. (sigh)

I have lots more of these pictures to post. Lots. So beware.

Keeping It Simple

And I mean really simple.

When it comes to the makeup scene I am oblivious.

The sophisticated look,

the smokey gray look,

the elegant, dramatic look...

I have yet to pull any of those looks off.

The only look I'm really familiar with is the

I'm-a-Mom-and-I-managed-to-put-on-makeup-this-morning look.

or the

I'm-making-a-quick-run-to-Walmart look

Both of the above looks can be achieved in about 5 minutes.
So what's my super secret makeup tip to help you stand out
as the bomb shell diva you really are at your local Walmart?
Well, let me tell you.

My daily makeup routine consists of two things:
1. Blush
2. Mascara

My absolute favorite mascara is is Cover Girls Lash Blast. I'm a believer.
I've tried lots of different kinds and this one, by far, is the best.

And then, when I really want to spice things up,
(say, like a shopping trip to Target)
I throw on a little bit of this...

That's right,
blush, mascara, lip gloss and I'm good to go.

I just hope this doesn't mean I'm being placed into the,
"It's such a shame, she's really let herself go" category.

It doesn't... does it?

And in the 7 month she hung pictures

Would you believe that in the 7 months we have lived in our house I have not hung one picture?

OK, that's a lie. I have one picture hanging up in my entry way and mirror, but a mirror is not a picture. So technically I only have one picture up in my house.

My poor walls have been sad and neglected.
But not any more. At least not in my bathroom.

I rummaged through our frames and found my cheap Walmart ones. So I decided to give them a little love. After all, it is almost Valentines day and even inanimate objects need love.

The small ones were brown.
The large one was cream.

"I see a brown frame and I want to paint it black..."

Would you like my little rendition of Paint It Black to continue? No? Yes?
I'm sure it could be a hit.

I did an 11x14 of one of my favorite bath time pictures of Macie. I would have loved to go bigger, but I don't have the space for that.



And these pictures were destined to make the bath room.
They are from this series HERE.


Now when I walk by my bathroom there's a little ritual I do.

Lean in the door way.
Stand and adore.
Stand a little bit longer.
Wish I didn't hang the frames crooked.
Tilt my head to the side a little.
Crooked problem fixed.
Walk away.
Then repeat.

I love having pictures in my home, it actually feels like... home.
I'm not finished with the bathroom. Not yet, but I'm making progress.
And progress is good.

Now for my next project: The kitchen wall

I have no idea what I'm going to put up on it. Any ideas?
Please, inspire me.

**If you have some great ideas of things you've done in your home I would love to see. Maybe we can do a little show and tell. If you feel so inclined, you can email me at ginniejphotography[a]gmail.com. Or if you have some great links for me to check out, just leave a comment.

Question

Is it socially acceptable to go out in public looking like this?

What about if I'm just running to Wal-mart?

Lets Talk About Sex

Several years ago I took a highly scientific posterity predicting/gender defining test. The test consisted of my wedding ring tied to a string while it hung an inch or so above my wrist. The idea of it is that the ring would start to sway. The child's sex would be determined by the direction that the ring moved and the amount of children would depend on how many times the swaying movement occurred. Completely scientific.

I'm not sure what causes this test to be so accurate; maybe my future motherly hormones oozing out my veins or maybe it's something similar to that of a ouija board with unexplained satanic forces at hand. Who knows.

My test went a little something like this:
side to side; back & forth; side to side; side to side; back and forth...
(that's code for: girl, boy, girl, girl, boy...)
Then it proceeded to sway back & forth and side to side about 11 more times.
(that's code for I'm having 17 children and I'm going to have my own TV show)

I am now (about) 16 weeks and I have been trying to hone in my motherly revelation skills... but nothing. I know my highly scientific test predicted girl, but highly scientific tests can lie. I'm not feeling strong about either gender. All I know is that the odds are high that it will either be:

A. a boy
or
B. a girl

And I'm pretty confident about that one.

Now I turn to another source of highly scientific gender determining test, the Chinese baby prediction calendar.

According to this calendar, I am going to have boy. Whether or not the child will be Asian (due to the fact that this is a Chinese calendar) is undetermined.

Other tests have been conducted as well.
We have the mother-in-law test, which predicted a boy.
We have Nate's twins test, where he predicted a girl.

I'm thinking we should put some money down on this one.

And do tell, how accurate is this Chinese calendar for the children you birthed?
And did any of them come out Asian by chance?

Bilingual

You might not know this about me, but I am fluent in 2 different languages:

1. English (the Utah version of English).
2. And the language of CLEARANCE.

and if we counted the language of LOVE, I would be trilingual.
I also speak drive-thru fluently, but we won't count that one.

I know that when I see or hear the word SALE that's a good thing.
But I know when I see or hear the word CLEARANCE that's even better.
See what I mean? Totally fluent.

Since I'm pretty cheap a conservative spender, almost everything I buy is on sale or clearance. And It makes my heart sing whenever I find a good deal. It sings and then I get all sorts of emotional. It's pretty spiritual experience for me.

So I've been eyeing all of the baby clearance goodies over at sweetpeababy.com like this, this, and this.

What would make it even better is if I knew that my tiny he/she was really a he or a she, but I don't. Not yet.

4:00 am

My body has started this new ritual.
It's where I wake-up around 4:00 am and then I lay in bed for
around an hour and half wide awake.
WIDE. AWAKE.

My mind wanders about the most annoying things.

Last night it was Tsunami's and how I'm never going to visit a beach.
The night before that it was about earthquakes & emergency preparedness.
And the night before that it was obsessing over gaining weight
and the song, "back fat- back fat" to the tune of Dora's "Back pack- Back pack" kept replaying in my mind along with the chant of,
I must, I must, I must decrease my butt.

And seriously, who wants to be thinking about canning food and the fact that all my pants now look like spandex in the middle of the night? I don't.

I toss and turn and try to make enough movement to wake up Nate so that I can have some company for the next hour and a half.
But that doesn't work.
When that boy is out, he's OUT.
So when all attempts have failed of having him join in my early morning party,
I climb out of bed and walk around the house.
I turn up the heater and make my way to the kitchen.
I sit down in the dark and have myself a big bowl of cheerios.
I like cheerios... especially the multi-grain ones.
When I'm finished with the first bowl, I pour another small bowl.
And when I'm finished with the second bowl I debate on having a third
and then I remember,
"Back fat- Back fat".
I succumb to the guilt and put my bowl in the sink.
I make my way to the bedroom and turn the heat back down.
I climb back in bed and slooooowly start to drift away
and right before I'm feeling comfortable and almost of sleep....

Nate's alarm goes off....

..for the next hour and a half...

..every 5 minutes.

Have I mentioned that I'm really not a morning person?


p.s. I can't take credit for the back fat song. I didn't make that one up and I curse the day I ever heard it. It's just like the song that never ends, yes it goes on and on my friends...

Kaleb- flexing his green thumb

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